Sausage poem

Here's a fun poem from the poet and translator Marilyn McCabe who was here this retreat from the US.

Marilyn was here working on a series of poems about Marie Curie, and starting a translation of some of Rilke's French poems.

Casing Beauty

The sausage self

is a marbled mold

of fancied fat and

mythic gristle in a

stretch of flesh

which in startled glance

of a sudden eye

might be rendered

incandescent.