<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=124988" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lot's Wife</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They say I looked back out of curiosity.<br>But I could have had other reasons.<br>I looked back mourning my silver bowl.<br>Carelessly, while tying my sandal strap.<br>So I wouldn't have to keep staring at the righteous nape<br>of my husband Lot's neck.<br>From the sudden conviction that if I dropped dead<br>he wouldn't so much as hesitate.<br>From the disobedience of the meek.<br>Checking for pursuers.<br>Struck by the silence, hoping God had changed his mind.<br>Our two daughters were already vanishing over the hilltop.<br>I felt age within me. Distance.<br>The futility of wandering. Torpor.<br>I looked back setting my bundle down.<br>I looked back not knowing where to set my foot.<br>Serpents appeared on my path,<br>spiders, field mice, baby vultures.<br>They were neither good nor evil now--every living thing<br>was simply creeping or hopping along in the mass panic.<br>I looked back in desolation.<br>In shame because we had stolen away.<br>Wanting to cry out, to go home.<br>Or only when a sudden gust of wind<br>unbound my hair and lifted up my robe.<br>It seemed to me that they were watching from the walls of Sodom<br>and bursting into thunderous laughter again and again.<br>I looked back in anger.<br>To savor their terrible fate.<br>I looked back for all the reasons given above.<br>I looked back involuntarily.<br>It was only a rock that turned underfoot, growling at me.<br>It was a sudden crack that stopped me in my tracks.<br>A hamster on its hind paws tottered on the edge.<br>It was then we both glanced back.<br>No, no. I ran on,<br>I crept, I flew upward<br>until darkness fell from the heavens<br>and with it scorching gravel and dead birds.<br>I couldn't breathe and spun around and around.<br>Anyone who saw me must have thought I was dancing.<br>It's not inconceivable that my eyes were open.<br>It's possible I fell facing the city.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wislawa+Szymborska">Wislawa Szymborska</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=124988" data-title="Lot's Wife de Wislawa Szymborska" data-description="They say I looked back out of curiosity./But I could have had other reasons./I looked back mourning my silver bowl./Carelessly, while tying my sandal strap./So I wouldn't have to keep staring at the righteous nape/of my husband Lot's neck./From th..."></div> </div> </div>

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