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A Woman Alone on the Road

It’s a risk and a bother
in this world that’s still male
when around each bend my lie
ambushed of encounters
and the streets fix her
with cold stares.
This woman alone on the road.
Her only defence
is the defencelessness.

She hasn’t made from any man
a clutch, or wayside shelter.
She never walked over a man
as if he were a bridge.
She went off alone
to meet him as an equal
and to love him truly.

Whether she’ll go far
or falter in the mind
or be blinded by horizons
she doesn’t know. She’s stubborn.
Even if rebuked along the way
her setting out itself
is accomplishment enough.
A woman alone on the road.
And yet she goes on
and does not stop.

No woman can be as lonesome
as a woman on her own.
Before her darkness
drops down a locked door.
A woman alone on the road
ought not go out at night.
The dawn sun, like a turnkey
will unlock her horizons.

Still she goes on
even in the darkness
not glancing about her faith
in the Dark Man
with whom she’s been threatened
for a long time.
Her steps echo on the paving
and stub against a stone.
A woman alone on the road:
quiet brave steps over a sad earth,
an earth which, against the stars,
is a woman alone on the road.

Blaga Dimitrova
Translated by J. Balaban