de "BASSE ENFANCE"from "EARLY CHILDHOOD"
Vénus Khoury-Ghatatrans. Marilyn Hacker
Inutile de ressemeler nos livres
nos mains grandiront en sabots
et nos pieds en ailes de toucan

Nous boitions à force de marcher sous les lignes
louchions pour avoir grimacé face à l'alphabet

La nature n'aime pas les enfants sans laisse et sans coeur
qui comptent les étoiles les doigts nus

Les murs que nous côtoyions s'esclaffaient de rire
et tenaient de longs conciliabules les volets que nous sollicitions
Pourtant un platane vieux de plusieurs lunes
expliquait que ce qui brillait dans le ciel était notre âme
eparpillée.
No use re-soling our books
our hands will grow into clogs
and our feet into toucan wings

We limped from always walking under the lines
squinted from making faces at the alphabet

Nature isn't fond of unleashed heartless children
who count stars on their bare fingers

We ran alongside walls which burst out laughing
and had long chats with the shutters we'd importuned
Still, a plane tree several moons old
explained that what shone in the sky were our scattered
souls.

Copyright © Vénus Khoury-Ghata 2001; Trans. copyright © Oberlin College 2001 - publ. Oberlin College Press, Oberlin, Ohio, USA


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