maanantai 7. syyskuuta 2026

THE SILENCE OF THESE LAST DAYS

Sometimes, often, 
what you translate
feeds your own writing,
and you write verses
from mere pastiche ¨
to passionate response
written in anger or admiration,
or it gives flavour and order
to distracted thoughts,
but then there are times
when translating
your own voice grows mute 
under the pleasant,
overwhelming shadow
of the metamorphising words
you try to move to your language,
their power on your lips
makes you dumb.

07.09.2026

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