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Lot's Wife

He entered a black cave, the traces
of a smell of death and perfume.

He can still go back, return
to safety instead of meeting
the unknown and a familiar face.

Maybe she will be a zombie
among the dead
walking's indifferent faces.

She has never upset God or him,
so there's no reason
for Him to invite her
to His kingdom.

The marriage-bed was even blessed
with a newborn child.

Why can't he just turn his back on her
and take care of their heritage?

Lot's Wife

And the just man trailed God's shining agent,
over a black mountain, in his giant track,
while a restless voice kept harrying his woman:
'It's not too late, you can still look back
at the red towers of your native Sodom,
the square where once you sang, the spinning-shed,
at the empty windows set in the tall house
where sons and daughters blessed your marriage-bed.'
A single glance: a sudden dart of pain
stitching her eyes before she made a sound...
Her body flaked into transparent salt,
and her swift legs rooted to the ground.
Who will grieve for this woman? Does she not seem
too insignificant for our concern?
Yet in my heart I never will deny her,
who suffered death because she chose to turn.

Anna Akhmatova

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Publicerad 2022-09-25 10:24

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