Odile Kennel

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Odile Kennel (born 1967, Bühl/Baden) sonorously and sensuously describes a present, which permits moments of transcendence even in its quotidian simplicity. The prose and poetry writer, who grew up bilingual, has distinguished herself through her active translation work. From the French, Portuguese and Spanish, she has translated contemporary poets such as Ricardo Domeneck, Angélica Freitas, Damaris Calderón and Jean Portante.)

The Best Poem Of Odile Kennel

With Sappho in the Courtyard

to begin with, Aphrodite
was still there. I felt
stupid, can't speak Greek,
didn't know any of them. Then
she left, don't know
where (she said something
about the Tay). Then
we're alone. No, we don't
sleep, we drink tea.
Sappho, I say, you are
unignorable, how about
writing another ode
to an island, une ode d'île?
She stares at me
fragmentedly, hands me papers,
scrolls, a Rolex: time
for new texts, she says,
and there'll also be an ode
to an island. I'm perplexed.
Strap the watch around my
wrist, glimpse
the text, get a shock:
I can't read Greek,
Sappho! Her look, dejected
I had so much hope ...
In the yard Sappho
is irresolute, restless, and follows
Aphrodite through the courtyard door.
The Rolex, I call, but she
doesn't look back, and I,
I sit with my wristwatch,
text-less in the yard. I go
upstairs, lie down
to sleep, dream
I'm treading on broken shards

Translation by Anna Crowe

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