PARUN, Vesna

Before the sea, as before death, I have no secrets

If you seek a path to my soul

take me to the stormy sea.

There you’ll find the unearthed temple,

the ruins of my life; and the plateau of my youth

enclosed by a wall of fig trees.

There you’ll witness the ancient lament of my thighs,

that have brought pagan gods to their knees.

Before the sea, as before death, I have no secrets.

The earth and moon become my body.

Love transplants my thoughts

into the gardens of eternity.