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Friday, 21 March 2025

I don’t like the song of time - L Ölziitögs

I don’t like the song of time.
From the song of time,
I hear my mother’s steps, growing distant.
I don’t like how the watch ticks.
A tireless, eternal, dull signal…
The slim hour hand,
How it strives forward pointlessly,
And returns to its starting point.
I am looking at, in reconciliation.
Like me, it doesn’t know what it is rushing for,
Maybe, it will never learn.
My little heart beats quietly,
Within my unblinking eyes

L Ölziitögs (born 1972) Mongolia
Translated by Sh Tsog
Source: Best American Poetry

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