A room three storeys up
and many a story round
where ungainly albatrosses we
tried to leave the ground
as if speaking in tongues
dans le nord du pays de Galles.
Sexe et tristesse
à côté de la mer,
là-bas-longing to be elsewhere,
aground on Dogger Bank.
Not everything’s translation
or there’d be no originals.
In the spirit is the letter.
So I come to you,
my heart laid bare and
dictionary in hand
with my story in my native tongue
for you not quite to understand.