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Untranslatable Song

Claudia Reder
          "Everyone needs one untranslatable song."

On hearing the striped contralto of guinea fowl,
its mock opera quivers the parsley atop its head— 

The song makes its imprint
in the air, making itself felt, 
a felt world. Here, there, 
the stunned silence 
of knowing I will not remember 
what I heard;

that will never happen, 
a fluidity we cannot achieve 
except as a child 
creating possibility.

This is the untranslatable song
hidden in the earth.

From My Father and Miro by Claudia Reder. Copyright © 2001 by Claudia Reder. Published by permission of Bright Hill Press. All rights reserved.

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