The trans­la­tion had not tak­en the poet­ry outso much as sand­ed the linesinto the intelligibleinstead of the vast. This rhine­stone tiara is dark­ened as old dentures,this green drop of lava and rain—if we could wear them all at onceclat­ter on the street,if each were defianceagainst time and an inheritance. ~Lee Upton is a poet and nov­el­ist. Her poet­ry has appeared in The New Yorker, Poetry, and Southern Review, as well as three edi­tions of Best American Poetry. A col­lec­tion of her new and select­ed poems is forth­com­ing in 2027. www.leeupton.com