Poetry

Radar

Photo: Mourner. CC-BY-NC

Like fog upon the sea —
my broken bel étage
rig tattered, jib dislodged,
drifts quay to quay.

It cannot find a pin
there to tie its line, so
into the tidal flow —
and gone again.

How far the sound and strait,
how heavy harbor’s head
when now — no sail, no thread —
the fog awaits…

Poem: Gottfried Benn. Translation: Omar Willey.


Omar Willey was born at St. Frances Cabrini Hospital in Seattle and grew up near Lucky Market on Beacon Avenue. He believes Seattle is the greatest city on Earth and came to this conclusion by travelling much of the Earth. He is a junior member of Lesser Seattle and, as an oboist, does not blow his own trumpet. Contact him at omar [at] seattlestar [dot] net