The Impossible Fact:
Palmstroem, old, an aimless rover,
walking in the wrong direction
at a busy intersection
is run over.
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“How,” he says, his life restoring
and with pluck his death ignoring,
"can an accident like this
ever happen? What’s amiss?
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"Did the state administration
fail in motor transportation?
Did police ignore the need
for reducing driving speed?
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"Isn’t there a prohibition,
barring motorized transmission
of the living to the dead?
Was the driver right who sped . . . ?"
_
Tightly swathed in dampened tissues
he explores the legal issues,
and it soon is clear as air:
Cars were not permitted there!
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And he comes to the conclusion:
His mishap was an illusion,
for, he reasons pointedly,
that which must not, can not be.
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[Poem “Die unmögliche Tatsache” (1909) by Christian Morgenstern, English translation by Max Knight]
I’m fascinated by translation in poetry. How does it still rhyme???
I guess poetry translators have to be talented poets themselves.