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.

 

Bliss imbued with guiltless joy,

Like fresh air flowing into a stuffy room,

Free as a bird sunning in the south

With Caribbean winds at its tail,

That is promised at the end of fairy tales

Matching the magic and whimsy

Heralded as supernatural,

Aspirations of the romantics

Memories of the heartbroken

Going in the cycles

Akin the birds going south

With renewed vigor.

 

Language: Norwegian

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