I translated today a poem from Sidney Keyes,
and only when polishing it noticed how
his wordplay with the word "ash", from
the Phoenix's funeral pyre to the tree
on which it perches, is impossible to
translate. "Reptile ash" - many options
to translate, yet all fail to bring forth
in a different tongue what the poet
did with a single word. Thus my
translators' ring falls into its
cell of quartz, rusting there.
17.07.2024
#Poem #Poems #Poetry #Verse
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