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| Joscat, 2009 |
ETHEREAL MATERIAL
Translated by Julie Wark
My children are by far my greatest revolution.
Twice I orbited complete
like a gravid planet
around the sun. I wrote new names
in the celestial script, with disquiet,
alarm, sedition.
I toasted them with other women,
with whisky and with beer,
in the planet where we women drink a toast
to things that grow, and despite them.
Happy and ill-fated, I made of my revolution
a conquest, and an open wound
of those times when I orbited complete.
I keep it fresh to let enter me
a certain unrecognisable family air
that now my children exhale
as naturally as can be.
Twice I orbited complete
like a gravid planet
around the sun. I wrote new names
in the celestial script, with disquiet,
alarm, sedition.
I toasted them with other women,
with whisky and with beer,
in the planet where we women drink a toast
to things that grow, and despite them.
Happy and ill-fated, I made of my revolution
a conquest, and an open wound
of those times when I orbited complete.
I keep it fresh to let enter me
a certain unrecognisable family air
that now my children exhale
as naturally as can be.
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