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An excessive erasure of a translated version of Song of Songs
Naomi Tarle
1
Songwich—hisses sofa—
Tinny dove—drought thimble—
Black butter ruse—hens of soot—
Owl weary—shuffle the herds—
O my steed, circle the guild my beloved
My beloved
Behold
Behold
Behold
My beloved—
Our house
2
Maltose apple among the wood—lemon sun
Lint fruit and meat-sick
Lean sight—
drought mapping
out skipping
Lattice is a flower pear on the earth
Fig-teeth tarts oil breath
3
Hum little on
Owl froth—
mouth dim into mouse
O cup of kin Israel
Rat tibia soft of anon
Heaver
of sea
of of please
O yeah
4
Eat Oh!
Air is click wash scare
Your temples hang like my heart
Mull the garden
down from fragrance
5
Comb
hone with soil
Pound open
As departure
As city
Hatch me
Of charge
Of beets
Like heat steaming with sleep, legs and pears
6
Your way turned roses among lies
Banners lock
Oats tear like ash-ing
As one
of them
halves
the dawn
Moon cession
Down to the bloom
7
O grace and sound
Mound of gaze
Read your hair captive
Like clusters
breath like apple
She went gently
to the side
Night budded
8
If only
a
house—
my head
Be the apple tree
like mighty waters
Give house for soil
Eyes for fruit
Well stained
Naomi Tarle has an MFA in creative writing from Boise State University and an MFA in visual art from California State University Northridge. She lives, has a studio, and teaches in Southern California. In summer 2016 she attended the London Intensive residency led by Camden Arts Centre & the Slade School of Fine Art, UCL. She recently attended a residency in Blanca, Spain, at AADK Centro Negro, from September to November 2019.
