Laura's armor
falls
broils and cuts
Claire's ear
sells donuts in
special
crab oils
Nell's pets'
beaks
deal baubles that
wrench:
Ten beeps then mute.
Julie's tremors
smell
dots with rust
spots blear
glassed then
unlike
tinfoil
Nell gets
weeks
in her own
stench:
"Dial ten," says flute.
2 comments:
that's really cool - especially after seeing the original poem. i like this translation poem idea, it leads to some crazy images!
I really love some of the imagery in this poem. There are several stark visual images that are handled quite economically. I am also intrigued by the relationships among the stanzas as sisters. Upon further analysis, I may have something more useful to post.
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