Trinity Journal of Literary Translation
Online: The Woman Who Weaves II
and find her weaving at the closed window the blinds up.
Outside the hide of the landscape is sleek but something is off, something new; sweetness,
crystallized candy
and the same old libretto for years a tourist who for a good price
returns to the numbered seat,
the bus stop and the book cover they’re all overgrown now covered in weeds
– Your man at the bar hasn’t a clue he’s too thick
but the mirror tells all, that’ll keep you up to score.
I’ve kicked them around like tin cans and empty lyrics I walk with my eyes to the ground. Now and then, a pause the cigarette that awaits the lips smoking in the ashtray.
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trans. Keith Payne
B Side, hours later you come round again
Do you know how to read the stones?
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