February 18, 2007

Lost While Translating

Thereís this woman Iím reading.
No, thatís not right.
Thereís a woman Ė
open like a book.
Still not it.
Her heart an ancient text.
My heart the devouring eyes.
No.

Thereís a woman,
she has words like no one,
sentences like never,
a woman I lost like a train
for a faraway land.
Not what I mean.

In English, you say,
What are you reading?
Rarely who.

There was a woman,
and I kept reading
what Iíd been reading before.

—Sandra Alland
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previously published in Proof of a Tongue (McGilligan Books, 2004)

Posted by dwaber at February 18, 2007 01:25 PM