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.
There is a quality to a performance
Of someone making themself into something
That is beyond the usual associates of the self
That can last beyond the final curtain
Or the last brushstroke
Or the ultimate footstep ringing through the hall
Repeating like a riff that jolts through your body
Becoming another system of the corporeal
Vital as the repository or the circulatory
Carrying the life-force through the being—
Being more than an animal in the forceful world
A being can mold memories out of clay
And histories out of pigments
That can speak to the heart and mind
Eons and eons and eons and eons
Since their last breath—
The Dance Eternal.
Language: Spanish
