Miroslav Válek - The sensitive
The mirror should be behind your back,
your hand in a glove,
your leg under the table.
Do not look.
They are hunchbacks,
with one leg shorter,
with one arm ending at the wrist.
They sit, they listen.
From the conversations that do not concern them,
from the words that do not belong to them,
each of them choses a thing for himself,
for instance :
... one should rather have his eyes back ...
... he lives on a high leg ...
... count it on your fingers ...
Oh, why does all the world touch the things that molest us ?
Why must we carry our visible marks,
while the same or even worse deformation of soul
is hidden from everyone ?
After death all of us will have a lovely hunch.
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