By Thomas Page 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. I had to give phone number out like the loaves and fishes when I was finishing school And entering the the brand-old world of … Continue reading The Untranslatable: Prozvonit
The Untranslatable: Litost
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. In the pit of the stomachs mixing acids like cocktails In some melancholic bar sitting across a snowy window There is a … Continue reading The Untranslatable: Litost
