Saturday, May 27, 2017

Jealousy Incarnate

Photo by Felix Wong/SCMP

Othello

Othello, red-voiced Othello,
there’s no more time to turn the tide below:
between death’s valleys, so green,
and your wife, you changed the scheme.
I look for the deep shadow of that demi-monde,
and find the swamp, from here, turns blonde;
another woman is next to you,
another nature
and within its cunning walls, you locked me as a prisoner.


Translation by Susan Stewart

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