The Untranslatable: Gurfa
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.
The waters are cool in the misting morning
I get up before the sun and roll my neck
The bones creak like the desert earth.
The waters are cool in the misting morning
My teeth, tombstones; my gums, the rot
Lost in the…
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