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The weight of an untranslatable line
I spent the morning trying to bring a single line from a Polish poem into English without killing the silence that lives in its middle. The rhythm kept slipping—too much explanation, not enough breathing. Finally I just left it half-there, a smudge on the page that trusts the reader to feel what the words can't carry.
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