THE WOMAN

a sad woman who waits for no one

a sad woman who lies face-up

on a riverbank

who thinks about the river’s water

flowing into the sea

she slowly becomes a river

so strangely splashing the sand

that even the fish jut their heads

out of the water to glance at this miracle

to glance at this white river

which has no bank

and where her hair flows is a mystery

and where her body flows is a mystery

Translated by Mark Andryczyk with Andrij Kudla Wynnyckyj