Trolley #2
On the seat next to me
a three or four-year-old angel
wearing ushanka hat
for the last few stops
keeps on asking the question:
Daddy, why wouldn’t you talk to me?
Daddy, why wouldn’t you talk to me?
Daddy, why wouldn’t you talk to me?
Then leans his forehead on the glass – and so pass
nearly two millennia.
The trolley reaches their stop,
Daddy wordlessly stretches out a hand,
they get off.
Myself and, forgive me, humanity,
remain in our seats.
Author: Marin Bodakov
Translator: Katerina Stoykova
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Very sad & wonderful poem.
Love this.
Powerful
Thank you for sharing Marin’s work with us!