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.


At my high school, the seniors would on the last day sign each other’s shirts.

The last period in the orange, zigzag-y room covered in the cultures studied

Armed with markers and pens spent the last hours of seniority

Tattooing each other with promises of friendship and goodbyes

That this wasn’t the end of us

To label each other as the friend of the other

For as long as we kept our shirts.

Years later,

At the New Years party

I saw them again

The conversation resumed as if it had been seconds later.

Language: Dutch

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