even when I don’t believe—
there is a place in me
inaccessible to unbelief,
a patch of wild grace,
a stubborn preserve,
impenetrable,
pain untouched by the sleeping body,
music that builds its nest in silence.
-- translated by Grażyna Drabik and David Curson
Great poem!
VálaszTörlésThanks a lot :-)
VálaszTörlés