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.
Bliss imbued with guiltless joy,
Like fresh air flowing into a stuffy room,
Free as a bird sunning in the south
With Caribbean winds at its tail,
That is promised at the end of fairy tales
Matching the magic and whimsy
Heralded as supernatural,
Aspirations of the romantics
Memories of the heartbroken
Going in the cycles
Akin the birds going south
With renewed vigor.
Language: Norwegian
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