A phrase is repeating itself. I don’t
yet know what it is
somewhere beyond what they say
I try to listen to it—there’s something
there here in this dream I
say it in secret and the secret
doesn’t whisper to me it stays hidden
among all these layers of snow everything
white like a page with no words already
begun in my head the phrase
is written by contrast that’s why
I stay silent. I pay attention
I spill it when necessary:
snowflakes, my ears
straining to hear it, the phrase
reborn in ink
Laura Cesarco Eglin (born 1976) Uruguay
Translated by Jesse Lee Kercheval and Catherine Jagoe
Source: Diode Vol 8 No 3 Fall 2015
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