To Mary Poem by Des Agos

'Strange things happen under the roof of Anna,
strange love is born in this house. '

Maria, a little more than a child
who gets up at dawn.
Someone has made ​ ​ a pact with her,
a deal for a bitter woman.

A pact of celibacy,
a vineyard close to the caresses of meat
crazy renunciation that God himself was astonished.

O Mary, who will lie with you,
have agreed to join
with the unknown universe from stars,
with the sea and storms
and the burning sands of the deserts.

You, the leader of our misfortunes
Little sister of mud,
you bent to the will of the mystery.

You become so Mom
of our fears, lost wanderers,
villains and prostitutes,
homeless men
no bread, no God

'Mary, many fell in love with you.'

I heard your name in every town
in anger, for anger or surprise,
for good or bad news,
for a birth or a death.