By Thomas Page

The Untranslatable

This is a series of poems of words that do not directly translate into English. I have tried to capture the essence of the word in a poem.

The fading dye of photographs hung on living room walls

Holding idealized pasts of what was

When everything was not a worry

In ancestral planes and houses

Holding their wishes,

Numerous as Abram’s stars,

Underneath the firmament

Of all that was easy to remember

And all that was easy to forget.

Language: Welsh

One thought on “The Untranslatable: Hiraeth

  1. This is really touching, it reminds me of all of the old family photos that I’ve seen on the walls over the years.

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