I can't bear to think of the things we can't say
If colors were words I'd be left holding gray
Please loan me some Portuguese,Prussian and Sioux
and tie them all up with a noun from Peru
I want amarillo, y rojo, azul
to color my poems and make them sound cool
In Russian it's chorney that's black as the night
or if we write behleh we color it white
The loss in translation just drives me to tears
just what did they mean reading back thru the years?
The translators try but the nuances tremble
to be heard as a word
they dont even resemble
We want all the colors, we want all the ways
to love or berate or chastise or praise
Still the words of the world and their colors
have found us
Hurray that olde Shakespeare
Wrote Rainbows around us .
Categories:
chorney, on writing and words,
Form: Rhyme