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 ocean, despite our efforts, is a structureless plane

Open to the refracted light on the lunar surface

Casting a reflection even more beautiful than Narcissus’

Every night when the waves ease into the shore—

The highway of sailors and merchants.

 

Language: Swedish

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