Ghost
By Nina Cassian
A rug of dead butterflies at my feet,
dead and limp
(they don't experience rigor mortis).
I, on the other hand, am quite healthy:
I've extracted my liver,
plucked out my lungs,
wrenched out my heart,
and nothing hurts anymore.
To become a ghost
is a solution
I weakly recommend.
Translated by Christopher Hewitt ~ Book
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