Lady of Miracles
By Nina Cassian

Since you walked out on me
I’m getting lovelier by the hour
I glow like a corpse in the dark
No one sees how round and sharp
My eyes have grown

Now my carcass looks like a glass urn
Now I hold up things in the rags of my hands
The way I can stand though crippled by lust
No, there’s just your cruelty circling
My head like a bright rotting halo.