Writing - Laura Cesarco Eglin

A phrase is repeating itself. I don’t

yet know what it is

I can hear it coming it’s settling in

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

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Laura Cesarco Eglin (born 1976) Uruguay

Translated by Jesse Lee Kercheval and Catherine Jagoe

Source: Diode Vol 8 No 3 Fall 2015