I woke up one morning;
The sun came up to me;
I turned into birds and leaves;
They glittered in the spring breeze;
I turned into birds and leaves;
My arms and legs were rotting;
I turned into birds and leaves,
Birds
And leaves.
translated by Murat Nemet-Nejat
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Hmmmm…I love good translations. In my opinion, this one doesn’t measure up to the standards of the many others you have posted here. 😦
Ron
He’s the translator of many of the poems I’ve posted of Kanik’s work. Perhaps rather than the translation you don’t like this particular poem as much as others.