Olga Bergholz
Hope

I still believe that I shall return to life,
shall wake early one day, at dawn,
in the light, early hours, in the transparent dew,
where the branches are studded with drops,
and a small lake stands in the sundew’s bowl,
reflecting the swift flight of the clouds.
And, inclining me young face, I shall gaze
at a drop of water as on a miracle,
and tears of rapture will flaw, and the world,
the whole world will be seen, wide and far.

I still believe that early one day,
in the sparkling cold, it will again
return to me in my poverty,
                                       in my joyless wisdom,
not daring to rejoice and to sob…