Roasting over a slow fire
10. May 2008 01:00
Natalia Gorbanevskaya
'Don't touch me!' I scream at passers-by –
they do not even notice me.
Cursing the rooms of other people,
I hang about their anterooms.
But who will knock a window through?
Who will hold out his hand to me?
I am roasting over a slow fire.
Translated from the Russian by Daniel Weissbort