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Julia Klatt Singer
Julia Klatt Singer’s stories and poems have appeared in over five dozen journals and magazines. She is the poet in residence at Grace Neighborhood Nursery School in Minneapolis, co-author of Twelve Branches: Stories from St. Paul, Coffee House Press, 2003 and author of the chapbook, In the Dreamed of Places, Naissance Press, 2011. Her first book of poetry, A Tangled Path to Heaven, was published by North Star Press in 2013. She has co-written fifteen songs with composer Tim Takach and composer Jocelyn Hagen. Ms. Singer lives in Minneapolis.
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Untranslatable - Julia Klatt Singer
Funktionslust
Ayurnamat
(Inuktitut) The philosophy that there is no reason to worry about the things that can’t be changed.
When you appear in my dream
talking, as if I’d been there all along
I hand you a knife, don’t even have to ask
if you’d like to help. We are twenty-five stories;
from the ground, into the evening,
making dinners, watching the snow.
Always with you there is falling
snow, from a window that reminds me
of a bed, there, where your eyes rest,
there, where I dream,
as the snow swirls and spells out
all the things we’ve left
unsaid.
Snjór
(Icelandic) One of the 6,243 words identified to name the snow or its appearance.
The silence of snow,
like the silence of you
is what I wake to
blinding white
and falling.
Start the day
By throwing away
words;
scarlet, indigo, then
cerulean, mango
who needs them
in this kind of cold?
Take apart my name
letter by letter
toss each one to the crows.
Bury me in white,
bury me away
like your heart.
What animal owns it now?
What kind of spring
will it take
to trigger your blood
to run
honey & sweet.
Waldeinsamkeit
(German) The feeling of being alone in the woods.
First, I must tune out the opera
my husband is listening to on the radio, now
the applause—it sounds genuine,
but from this distance (both geographical and of time)
there is something hollow, something less than
true as it thunders in our living room.
Tonight I don’t need the German
or the tenor or the tiptoeing violins.
Or the clicking nails of our dog
as he walks from room to room in search
of a register that is warm, to claim and own.
Then there is the wind that twists
the porch chimes into a frenzied song. Ahab
too, who spent most of his years
watching the Sound from my in-laws’ verandah
now fights the Canadian cold fronts,
his wooden back clattering against the house.
It is the right kind of darkness, moonless
like walking under trees thick with canopy.
I imagine the woods, and how I’d walk through them
but the soprano is still singing
just hit her high note—
I may be alone in my wishing her quiet
but I wish it anyway. Put her in a real woods
night trees, charcoal silhouettes
drawn against an inky sky.
They band together
a chorus of trees, hush
the wind (the soprano too)
let winter still and cold
settle in. In deepest winter
let me walk,
a small lit thing,
ever so quietly through
the tracks of something else’s making.
Yugen
(Japanese) An awareness of the universe that triggers emotional responses too deep and mysterious to be described.
I set the oven to self-cleaning
so that I can at least smell heat.
Minus fourteen outside, the house wears
the chill of winter, in its fabric
and in its seams.
I am no different,
Winter is my bones;
my thoughts are frost
my breath, a cloud
my heart, a buried sun.
Culaccino
(Italian) The mark left on a table by a cold glass.
The first one I