Roz Kaveney (rozk) wrote,
Roz Kaveney

And yet another poem for Katie

I start to feel that I have a sense of who Bertha P was. The thing about verse translation is that you have to try and inhabit the mind of the poet a bit, and that means a certain contact with the pain behind the words...

I walked the stations of your martyr's way
to the dark cross where you lay bound.
And every kiss of happier times
burned on your body like a wound.

I gave you poison from my heart,
I fed you strength that was my gall.
My soul cries out at its great work
At you, changed utterly. I fall

Down to my knees to worship you
And whip myself with loss.
You virgin with your whorish eyes,
I bound you to this cross.
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