For Good Poetry / Hasta victoria siempre
Vicki Feaver often goes fishing
to write poetry in a boat,
and although Vicki is short for Victoria,
and English language is rich and grand
she returns home with an empty hand.
her worms drown and float,
but fish of good poetry don’t bolt.
a face framed with sharp hair
called Vicki Feaver says:
in a good poem a poet disappears.
that’s what this struggle with language is all about.
so let it be,
I tell her in my small, the smallest of languages,
from this fishing trip, dear Vicki,
you shall not return.
© translated by Asja Bakić