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Len Krisak
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Lot’s Wife
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Like some great light, Lot turned and climbed away,
His shade a blot on Sodom’s last black hill.
But Grief addressed his wife, who heard it say,
“It’s not too late to stop and look back still;
To see the towers of the town for one
Last time—the places where you walked and sang;
The windows of the room you bore your son
In and the child bed there that shared each pang.”
Before she’d gone half-way, she could not see.
The blinding crystal she became burned bright
With hard, salt tears; the pillar she would be,
Transfixed by love, stood fast in clearest sight.
Now who will mourn the cities of the plain,
Or cry for her, Lot’s wife? The life she took
May be forgot, but I commend her pain
Who tried to see, and died for one last look.
— Translated from the Russian
by Len Krisak
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