Orszaglili by Shoshana Kertesz

Bathsheva

The shadow on the tablecloth,
Your blood dripping through the ceiling
From the upper room

Dripping into my coffee cup
And I calmly drink it
The peonias on the balcony

Witnessed sin,
witnessed punishment
witnessed you and him

wrapped up in an evil hour
twisted like the genes of Cain
Miracles! Oh, stop this noise

In my head, burning like that evil hour
Hurting like pleasure
Like the wrestling of angels

You were the blue nude, the lover type
On Picasso`s „Le Vie”
On poor Casagemas` side

You presented a paradox, a dead end
And your blue hues
Were washed away by bloody pink

The paradox is solved, we are all free now
And destiny, like God`s mercy, is hovering
over your transparent soul