Zoë Skoulding
You can read this poem in the following translations:
Burg (German)
Castle
all defences rise in a few straight lines all sprung with traps a curtain tower edging into weather foundations in rock the walls run with drops of green as the sides of a glass resist the flanking fire the enemy deflected in mirrors arrow slits loopholes of light the glint of an eye sweat on skin trust me as winter comes through walls of these foreign stones another country coming through the cracks the ramparts wind around the wind passing on her breath is safety durability and strength will laugh a siege to scorn the oak door booms an entrance above the shopping mall above the stability of violence trust me forever



