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 salty breeze cannot be replaced

Like a jacob to an esau grabbing at the heels

In the mind of a being that doesn’t recognize the sunset

Over an alien ocean dark as wine in odyssean eyes

Ruled by cruel poseidons bearing tranquil heads.

Even a thousand repeating sunsets cannot be the replacement of that one

That first bought dusk to the eyes taking in light for the first time

Accompanied by a salty breeze.


Language: French

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