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Anna Szabó

Fog everywhere: anxiety was a tight
cold sleepless night;
that’s my life I thought and felt it glide
swiftly away but I wasn’t part of the ride;
my life went on without me inside.

— Anna Szabó, from “This Day,” Wherever I Lie Is Your Bed, edited by Margaret Jull Costa, Marilyn Hacker (Two Lines World Writing in Translation, 2009)

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