'Crows' and translation from 'The Fourth State of Matter'


2 poems published in Upstairs at Duroc No. 10, 2008.


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Crows

Half-cut, coughing up their cries:
a sky-grit of flung smuts
beaten up on by the wind as they turn back.


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translation from: The Fourth State of Matter
after the French of Lorand Gaspar

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