Indrѐ Valantinaitѐ - BLESSED BE THE CALF

I

Blessed be the calf
from whose hide
my shoes were made.

Blessed be the butcher,
the tanner and the shoemaker,

the salesgirl’s little hands
that placed the high heels into a dark green box
in a shop on a narrow street in the old town.

Blessed be the calf
from whose hide
my shoes were made.

Shoes that brought me to you.

II

Accursed be.

Translated by Ada Valaitis
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