All rivers flow to the sea the sea
never fills up. Also the woman. And the
sun. Racing back to the place out of
breath. Attempting anew to be woman
and sun. You should remember the flight
the poetess writes the bird is
mortal. And the woman turns. Turns
around herself. Around the river the sea
the place the man. In between.
Brigitte Fuchs (20th century) Switzerland
Translated by Johannes Beilharz
Source: International Poetry in English Translation
This text was inspired by a quote from Persian poet Forugh Farokhzad.
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