An Angel Poem by Peter Zilahy

An Angel



she comes
I hear her wings beating
she pulls down the covers
with sure movements
for nineteen years
every night
she wrecks my bed
searches me throughly
sits on my back
treads with her cold feet
if I move she flies away
if she flies away I move

translated by Peter Reich

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Peter Zilahy

Peter Zilahy

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