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子曰

白九 2021.11.15

攜子停身大樹前，迎蟬禮蟻敬神仙。
子無字句難開口，我有詩書可代言。
仙影依稀皆是道，兒聲模糊自成篇。
呢喃說盡乾坤事，無字童聲可語天。

 

Speaking

By Simon J. Ortiz

I take him outside
Under the trees
Have him stand on the ground.
We listen to the crickets,蟋蟀
Cicadas蟬, million years old sound.
Ants come by us.
I tell them,
“This is he, my son
This boy is looking at you.
I am speaking for him.”

The crickets, cicadas,
The ants, the millions of years
are watching us,
hearing us.
My son murmurs infant words,
Speaking, small laughter
Bubbles from him.
Three leaves tremble.
They listen to this boy
Speaking for me.