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.
Toasts made in candlelit rooms,
Surrounding by autumn’s bounty saved for winter,
Accompanied by drinks of all sorts that mean wider smiles and heartier laughs
Of the cold moments made cozy by recollection
Watching pure white snow fall like blankets
Seated by fireplaces roaring with the intensity of ovens baking desserts common to the cold.
A summer in winter.
Language: Danish
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