Deserts
I was born for love--
to give and to receive it.
Yet my life has passed
almost without loving.
So I've learned forgiving:
even the deserts
I have crossed
I feel no scorn for.
I just ask them
with astonished eyes:
What gardens were you born for?
(Translated from the Bulgarian by Heather McHugh)
Tuesday Poem, a community of poets, is based in New Zealand.
