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Desert Life


At the spout of the pump lies a trough,
at the spout of the pump a dead man rises.
Early dawn, with metal clanging,
the dead man wanders through the windmill’s shadow.

The pumping rod screeches.
The tail turns, clangs,
casts shadows.

Its iron innards stir, turning the pumping, coughing wheel.
Who sits in its shining heart, driving the rod into the ground?


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Poet:
Wiliguru Pambardu
Translator:
Shon Arieh-Lerer
Original language:
Yindjibarndi
Issue:
Series 3 No.14 - Polyphony

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Wiliguru Pambardu

The Yindjibarndi poets Pambardu and Parraruru are considered the foremost twentieth-century bards of the Western Australian Pi...

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Shon Arieh-Lerer

Shon Arieh-Lerer's poems, translations, and reviews have appeared in magazines such as Circumference, Beloit Poetry Journal, C...

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