Image and poem by Oleg Yuzefpolsky
Hungry,
trying to wake the drunk shop-keeper,
i loudly knocked on the door,
but she slept tight.
I made a space
between sacks of rice
on the wooden bench
outside her decrepit shop,
and when i closed my eyes
for just a moment,
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i attained a vision of
Thousands of Suns rising
from all directions.
In this benediction,
i remained smiling in the
beams of incomprehensible light…
I wasn’t hungry anymore.
The shop-keeper woke up and opened the door.
