Hace mucho, estaba herida. Vivía
para vengarme
de mi padre, no
por lo que él era...
por lo que yo era: desde el principio del tiempo,
en la infancia, pensé
que el dolor significaba que no era amada.
Significaba que yo amaba.
Del libro Ararat
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First Memory, by Louise Glück
Long ago, I was wounded. I lived
to revenge myself
against my father, not
for what he was-
for what I was: from the beginning of time,
in childhood, I thought
that pain meant I was not loved.
It meant I loved.
From Ararat (Ecco Press, 2009)
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