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 air has a distinct quality between me and you

Which foretells a universe that we can only see

Made up of all our fractions that muddle into a oneness

Of me and you

Of us

That, while close, are a universe apart

That only the light between eyes can bridge longings

Lost like diffused starlight made into meaningful constellation by those unable to grasp it,

Wishing upon a falling star.


Language: Yaghan

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