The
Voices in my Ear[1]
For
Nina Kossman
The
rhythm of the words rises upon
The
air like waves upon the sea,
Your
breath mixing with the air
Could
be a useful analogy.
They are totally unfamiliar
For
they are clothed in another language,
Atomised
upon the viral air.
Their
contagion affects, suffice it to say.
Despite
the meaningless nature of the sounds
To
my sense of reason, the sound of the phonemes
Resonate
in a place far beyond meaning.
Where
they rest in me is where they sound,
And
it is a place which I trust instinctively.
What
do the words say?
From
them I detect emotions, mood and feelings,
As
well as curses blasphemies and possible
Invocations.
Hopes too, and so many of them
Cruelly
trashed. In truth, the more I listen
To
them the more I understand the clothing.
I
recognise this language; it is called being human.
[1] This poem was written to
commemorate the Second Bilingual Reading hosted online by Nina from New York
during the Covid 19 pandemic, May 16th, 2020. The readers were predominantly
reading poems in Russian which they then had translated into English.
Nice. Thank you, Peter.
ReplyDeleteMy pleasure Nina. You were a wonderful host.
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