Tuesday, July 26, 2011

We Won’t Look Truth in the Eye

Truth has no eyes
no face
no tongue

truth is wingless
it doesn’t live
beyond the seven seas hills forests

I think that truth
is more like a nagging growth
that gnaws inside

I think it’s
that sticky thing
rolled into a ball somewhere under your skin
it hates comfort
it suddenly swells
and sends out desperate signals
dark ones like a deaf-mute’s moving hands

it hurts
it chokes
you can’t keep quiet any longer

you scream

---Urszula Koziol
(Translated by Stanislaw Baranczak and Clare Cavanagh;

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