from Light: Men's Voices Poem by Inger Christensen
from Light: Men's Voices
TRANSLATED BY SUSANNA NIED
Men's voices in the dark
—once in a temple—
men's voices in the sun
—once I was caryatid
number nine—
men's voices in the park
—I was a statue
untouchable naked
with no other mirror
than the fingers of the air
yielding to thought after thought
with no other sadness
than the rustling of leaves—
men's voices in the park:
why did they waken me?
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