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Same Language

We spoke the same language
with different words
Always the feeling of light shining through.
Words like dust motes on Sunday afternoon.
A cloud of words
waiting for
the gush and scent of rain.

Always the feeling of light shining through.

The soft sounds of his jackets in the entryway
soft as snowfall
A door opening softly inward late at night
the streetlight shining through the dark window
lingering into the gray mornings
those long winters.

The snow covering our words.

Still, always the sense of light shining through.
The headlights through the snowfall
driving home.

We spoke the same language with different words.

The smell of coffee burning,
a dog barking a yard away,
a door being shut outward too quickly,
the goodbye on the other side.

Copyright Kay Winter

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Mistranslation: Elapses

Lucky sigh, I am evening shine.

Dare thieves sing thanks?

Too alone at times.

Thoughts swiften over the sea:

Again to Greece.

Not first, one feeling man stands: lucky, earnest.

 

In late Autumn, his living all the life

in swathes, waves.

 

And his thoughts swiften

Again to Greece,

Toward arches

and men.

 

  • Copyright Kay Winter

Note: This is a deliberate “mistranslation” of a poem written in German by Seamus Kennan. 

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Nine I Nein Ich

9 years now
I have lived
9 lives.
I am like a cat in
9 scarred bodies
In as many years.
9 times
I hear the young Germans say
“NEIN NEIN NEIN”
“ICH ICH ICH”

– Kay Winter

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