Friday, May 29, 2015

Different Rose


I gave birth to an incredibly beautiful daughter, her teeth,
her hair as though from the Song of Songs. And I
felt beautiful myself, thank you. Whereas she –
that's a completely different beauty,
that's beauty I want to protect.
If I had some sort of beauty I'd blush,
anyhow I probably do have some, guys
wouldn't chase after me as much if I didn't,
but I don't like my beauty, because guys
chase after it. My daughter’s beauty
is something else. My daughter’s beauty, I believe,
is the only hope
for this world. 






by Justyna Bargielska
from Bach for my baby
publisher: Biuro Literackie, Wrocław, 2013
translation: Maria Jastrzębska
from: Versopolis.com, 2015 - See more at: http://www.3quarksdaily.com/3quarksdaily/#sthash.HldlI6Za.dpuf

Justyna Bargielska, Bach for my Baby, Biuro Literackie, Wroclaw, 2013.
Trans. Maria Jastrzebska.


10 comments:

  1. Looks like a Nativity scene, but I suppose it is.

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  2. Tis a curious little poem. I like it.

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  3. Tis at that. I concur.

    Did the picture come with it, or is it one of yours, or did you get it elsewhere?

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    1. I was looking for a daughter photograph in my 'archives' and found one of my grand daughter instead.

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    2. Ah, that explains the resemblance to the girl with the pink specs from the earlier post.

      I was wondering if it might just be coincidence. As it turns out, no.

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  4. She gave birth to a baby with teeth?

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  5. I know!
    Maybe she is writing in retrospect?

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  6. I liked it too, kind of provincial and earthy.

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