we don’t write about death only about life
the dead do not write
just as the chicken that's now in the pot
didn't know the recipe
line after line I write about life
I could do the same about the moon or birds or spring
but with the ground the sky and the days to come I make a box
and when the birds, the spring or pleasures
manage to distract me
poets’ muse though they may be
I choose not to write
Teresa Colom (born 1973) Andorra
Translated by Anna Crowe
Source: Scottish Poetry Library
Thank you for the find
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