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.

 

Everything seems to come in pairs—

The tree, the root

The flower, the stem

The sky, the cloud

—And these pairs are in harmony

Whether they like it or not

Like the grooves in a screw

Having a predestined purpose

In the plank of wood—

Together in the beginning

Apart in the beginning

Together in the end

Apart in the end.

 

Language: Mandarin

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