fact, opinion and poetry (not airy-fairy)


Sunday, 1 December 2013

Translated Verse

What then is this translate verse?
Bereft of all its cadence,
Rhymes and rhythms ruined or mocked,
Reduced to a kind of faded stutter,
Faint echo of an alien text
I cannot comprehend,
Which only tantalises,
Forever beyond my grasp.

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