שיר למוס – תרגומים מוזמנים כרגיל

Ode to a Moose

 

Moose, don’t let me get lost in the

matrices of your antlers.  They are

hard and solid and beautiful.  Don’t let

me get lost in these rock moonbeams.

I follow you too closely and forget my

own two-legged self.

 

Moose, I want to ride on your back

and dress you in wings so that we can

fly away together but I know, moose,

you are happier than I on earth,

munching on greens or standing still

on a trail, a road.

 

Moose, you are not bothered by your

enemies who ridicule you from afar,

say you are stupid.  Others make

much of your aggressiveness while

they actively hate you, stomp on your

nobility.  Moose, I wish I could know

the source of your calm.

 

Moose, I wish we could share stories.

I am lonely here in your country.  I

wish you could sleep next to me, your

head next to mine.  Here I go again

wanting to get so very close to you!

Moose, teach me to accept my own

nature; my human head without

antlers, with soft yellow hair—as soft

as your velveteen antlers as they

start to grow.  See! I am so lost in you

my mind cannot travel to anything

else.  I keep falling into comparisons.

 

Teach me how to find a sense of

dignity in myself. How to be beautiful

also, alone on a road.

 

 

 

By Andrea Nicki

Welcoming (2004-2007)