Then I Walked Through the World Then I walked through the world as though someone adored me. Laughter unfurled through heaps of stones, and a wind through fathomless skies. Then I walked through the world as though someone dreamed me fair. Across the night abysses bloomed and the sea’s mirrors painted my face, as though … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Leah Goldberg (translated by Annie Kantar)
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