Translation

E. Ethelbert Miller

Translation
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“in the house
everyone is sleeping”
—E. Ethelbert Miller
“Morning Buddhism,”
Beyond the Frontier

Here in my bedroom—
Dead books in the bookcases
All the lost knowledge?

How to translate it—
The content of my zeitgeist
Str8t dystopias?

Simply by writing—
To myself like Miss Proust
Propped up in my bed?

Pretending I’m back—
The Copasetic Bookstore
With young ZuBolton?

Translating myself—
Back to the Big Easy with
Bashō’s Journey South?

Slowly retrieving—
The way I was way back then
Back to the future?