EXILE HURTS

ELKE REHDER, 1942, EXIL, STEFAN ZWEIG

EXILE HURTS

Far away, freedom calls
and here exile corrodes,
threatens us, envelops us,
penetrates us, and stabs
as if it were a dagger.

The exile enters the depth of the soul
and pains,
so much, as if one has before him
the woman he loves,
but is not allowed to kiss.

© JULIO PAVANETTI, URUGUAY, 1954
Translation Germain Droogenbroodt – Stanley Barkan

From the book “Tiempo de cristales rotos”