The Woman

a sad woman who waits for no one
a sad woman who lies face-up 
on a riverbank
who thinks about the river’s water flowing into the sea

she slowly becomes a river
so strangely splashing the sand
that even the fish jut their heads
out of the water to glance at this miracle to glance at this white river
which has no bank

and where her hair flows is a mystery
and where her body flows is a mystery

translated by Mark Andryczyk with Andrij Kudla Wynnyckyj

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