Katalin Ladik

All Lit Up, Combing Her Hair

Can’t be an ocean either
waves of chair layer on her.
She is drowning under the glory.
Combing her hair in the waves.
All lit up, the chairs run her down
she parts them and combs their hair.
Gently she drapes her body over them, like the ocean.

— translated from the Hungarian by Emöke Z. B’Racz