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.
A paper menagerie bound in colors
Without a definite name in crayon
Sits idly with many universes
Numerous as neurons
Unknown and unkempt
To the careful hands stacking them
Spine out to the passing eye
Looking for something beyond its Milky Way
That can only find diffusions if its own
Too much like its very own
So it passes over them to find some glimmer
In a paperback
In a store
Elsewhere.
Language: Japanese
Academy of the Heart And Mind 