Sous Un Poteau Telegraphique.(Translation) . Poem by Michael Walker
Sous Un Poteau Telegraphique.(Translation) .
Je suis un fil de cuivre jete dans l'air,
Maigre contre le soleil je ne fais meme pas un ligne clair d'ombre.
C'est l'amour et la guerre et l'argent; c'est le combat et les larmes, le travail et la pauvrete,
La Mort et le rire des hommes et des femmes passant a travers moi, le transporteur de votre parole,
Dans la pluie et l'humidite gouttant, a l'aube et au soleil me sechant.
-' Under a Telephone Pole'.Carl Sandburg(1878-1967) .
The poet lets the telephone wire speak for itself. It is so slim it casts no shadow, it keeps humming and strumming. It carries conversations about 'love and war and money'; and also of death and the laughter of men and women. The wire gets wet in the rain and dries out in the sunshine.
A poem of great appeal because Sandburg uses the pronoun 'I' to let the wire speak for itself. It all comes down to the wire.
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