Day 12: Translation Part II

Part II of stealing sense from Ledo Ivo, but this time I also have used some phrases from The Realisation by Yvor Winters, specifically ‘nothing is simpler’ from the first line and a variation on ‘you are old’ from the last line.

 A capella

No longer possible, admitting that we sung

Solely to hear our own playing, what an unmasked

Privilege, a miasma, nothing is simpler

Nor more lost, vanishing, you

 

than the smell of your hair

From your hot scalp. Ventriloquist I throw my throat

Into your hands, pull the strings and ask

For a song, an epiphany, in pieces or a

 

Whole made of mortar and mortal a capella, you sprawl

Did you not know we are old?

 

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