Today's poem

Wonderfully taut depiction to words with transition of metaphors concerning a body.
The Chinese version is on the homepage of a poet Yang Lian.

Unearthly Languages
by Pascale Petit

I was fluent in the music of the spheres
but it faded. So I salvaged one note

and kept it under my tongue
to fuel my first breath.

After my birth, I broke that note into colours
with which to see the world ー

our home, where I was locked
in the cellar of myself.

The door has a leash hanging from it,
with little bells that shiver,

the way frost tinkles on a starry night.
Then the door clicks open and I go out

and stand naked
while snowflakes melt on my skin,

like the words of a lost language.