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.

 

Bells and tolls drum up impatience

As the schedule molds and stales

And foot taps staccato.

Check phone

Check clock

Check phone

Check clock

Move pillow

Rinse

Repeat

The orchestra is ready to crescendo 

As nervous fugues reiterate themes of doubts about today’s plans.

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Language: Inuit

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