Fantrasie #1 Poem by Dagmara Kraus

a pelican clipped heavily by a tower
visibly damp from three orbs
they found combined in her the ground
a verb-deer of white porcelain
shattered in the harbour's notes
and the trace feeds it with embers
do not tie down her tulle
because the magic word ontext
is almost fifteen simple shotguns
and two good pairs of carriages
too strong for that, little bulge

peileagan air giorradh gu mòr le tùr
gu follaiseach tais o thrì chruinnichean
lorg iad co-cheangailte innt' an grunnd
gnìomhairfèidh obair-chrèadha ghil
na spealgan ann an suaim a' chala
's tha am mar-thà-fiamh na ghrìosadh
na cuibhrich a tulle
leis gu bheil an t-seun co-theac
cha mhòr coig gunna-froise deug
agus dà phaidhear charbad
ro laidir son sin, a bhuilg bhig

a pelican curtailed by a tower
clearly damp from three globes
they found bound in her the ground
a verbdeer of white ceramics
in fragments in the sound of the port
and the alreadytrace is stirring the ashes
don't fetter her tulle
since lism the magic spell
is almost fifteen shotguns
and two pairs of broughams
too strong for that, o little blister

Translated by Pàdraig MacAoidh [Peter MacKay]