by Tullio DeSantis, Chinese translation by Jan Walls
I am learning my lessons well.
Reflected in ancient tidal pools
I see how shallow I am.
The numberless stars say
I do not count for much.
The September moon casts sharp pine shadows across my brow.
It is so far above me.
Dolphins smile, knowing they are superior beings.
Eyeing me, they dive deep,
demonstrating I do not see beneath the surface of things.
Even the sand fleas make me twitch like a puppet.
To be free, I must be free of me.
To make sure I understand.
It plans to kill me.
“minimal me” by Tullio DeSantis, Chinese translation by Jan Walls
when I stand on this hill with summer in my eyes
walled within grey cloud banks, the sky shakes
a river of wind flows through the valley
lightning happens branches shift rain falls
I can hear the roofs rattle
setting off a trillion sparks in me
and the hill is within me and summer rain and wind
are all at once inside my head and fill my body
I know there is only one thing and never two things
not the world and not me but something else
something that is just one thing
that I can understand and know only for an instant
then in the second half of that same instant
I forget what I know and there are two things again
I am lost until it rains
then I remember
there is only one