Sometimes in a wolf's body
a blind machine runs
that repeats and
bangs and bangs
a maddened hammer
a heart ventricle
a nervous tick
a metronome
that pounds
until the itch has gone
till it's no longer nice
but doesn't hurt no more.
Translation: 2010, Gregory Ball
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I would like to translate this poem
Good rendition of words. A well expressed train of thought. Thanks for sharing Erik.