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April 17, 2015. 8220;Poetry is very hard to translate because no poem means just one thing. In this workshop, led by Anne Boileau, we will talk about poetry translation. Why do it? How to do it? Should one be faithful or simply try to capture the essence? How far can one replicate not only the meaning but also the sound, taste, form of the original? NO KNOWLEDGE OF EITHER LANGUAGE IS NECESSARY ALL WELCOME! April 7, 2015. Some Kind of Poetry Thing. The Poets Resource. Writing Poetry for Beginners.

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Karen Dennison Poet and artist

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April 17, 2015. 8220;Poetry is very hard to translate because no poem means just one thing. In this workshop, led by Anne Boileau, we will talk about poetry translation. Why do it? How to do it? Should one be faithful or simply try to capture the essence? How far can one replicate not only the meaning but also the sound, taste, form of the original? NO KNOWLEDGE OF EITHER LANGUAGE IS NECESSARY ALL WELCOME! April 7, 2015. Some Kind of Poetry Thing. The Poets Resource. Writing Poetry for Beginners.

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