POEM A DAY 2011
7 poems/7 days starting 7/7/2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Noknown words
When the spoken word is Princess,
each syllable is Precious.
Then a bespoken Cyst:
nonetheless.
But when the babble comes up Nickle:
woeful we, we who might someday want a bicycle!
(mistranslation of Trzy Slowa Najdziwniejse by Wislawa Szymboska)
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment