Wednesday, February 14, 2018

The Old Man’s Minuet at Midnight

I nod off while listening
To Pehr Nordgren’s dance,
Dreaming of the ancestries

Of words that haunt me,
Untranslatable
Terms especially,

The words other languages
Have to borrow whole
Or translate as a cluster
Of loosely related scripts.

Numinous . . . numen . . .
Dreaming as ruminating.
Wake me at a nod from God.

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