God Hid His Face
Selected Poems of RAJZEL ZYCHLINSKY
 
Your Shoes
 
At night, when you sleep, 
your shoes are silent. 
They don't want to make you better 
or more beautiful. 
Just as they are, 
they are right. 
And every wrinkle is fate, 
and every bend is luck.
 
Translated by Barnett Zumoff 

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