Wednesday, February 15
THE CATCH: ON TRANSLATION
I draw you out, faint voice, from rippled pages:
a famished angler reeling in a fish,
the kind that, in a folktale, grants a wish---
a golden thing, imbued with living magic.
Between us is the taut line of attention,
imperiled by the current and the wind.
Slowly but wilfully, I reel you in.
We hold each other, for a moment, in suspension.
(Boris Dralyuk)