After Reading A Patrick Kavanagh Poem Poem by SanThoiU Mog

Ploughing with blunted coulters
Abandoned sinking clay ship
Roots revisited and abandoned again
And revisited again

Somewhere something is
Resistant to translation
Reluctant to confess the doubt
Let the cow fly in the sky and have an ariel view
As the fish is walking proudly on the ground
And happy with the bell sound

Is it true the tongue and
the language are always the same
Untranslatable are the translated