By Thomas Page
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.
One, in Aristophanes’ model, is two
And two is one
So they say
The human animal is the political
And the social
And the romantic
Longing for communities of many sorts
Where the vestiges of the past
Like crumbs or froths
Linger on the tongue
That will never be tasted again
Except in memory.