I was thinking: God had abandoned me,
So, what of it--he is a priceless ray of light,
Or a thin needle in the haystack of man. And cruel.
I have turned away from him--torment me no more.
But which of us is more cruel? More to be feared?
The one who has no body, of course.
He has made us endless, vast--
So that our grief will know no bounds.

- Elena Shvarts, translated from the Russian by Stephanie Sandler, Poetry, June 2011

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