Sunday, 29 September 2013

The prayer of the horse - Carmen Bernos de Gasztold

See, Lord,
my coat hangs in tatters,
like homespun, old, threadbare.

All that I had of zest,
all my strength,
I have given in hard work
and kept nothing back for myself.

Now
my poor head swings
to offer up all the loneliness of my heart.

Dear God,
stiff on my thickened legs
I stand here before You:
Your unprofitable servant.
Oh! of Your goodness,
give me a gentle death.

Carmen Bernos de Gasztold (1919 - 1995) France
Translated by Rumer Godden

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