the perfect poem Poem by Ulrike Almut Sandig
the perfect poem
this poem is perfectly transparent
it is not legible. it is as good
as not there. it hasn't been written at all
yet. the perfect poem can only be
sung and spoken, played and
heard and then played over again:
sounds in a darkened building
like inside the belly of a massive fish
made of lighted diodes. you still see nothing?
then, if you please, look just to the side ̶ and past.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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