Maggie Sawkins

A Pair of Small Ears

I have come to translate the silence.
I’ve bought paper and pencils
and a pair of small ears.

I ask you
not to disturb me
until the task is done.

First I will unwrap the ears
and place them face up
on the floor.

You will observe their strangeness
these tiny shallows
these bridges of bone.

They are waiting for the sound
of no sound—
nothing is permitted

not even the intermittent
buzz of a fly nor the tick of a wall.

You must soften your breath
learn patience—
shuffle along any vagrant thought.

Soon the ears will begin
to quiver—gently they will
pick up the pencils at their side.

Listen closely—
the word is about to be
written.

Roxana Mandrican

Maggie Sawkins

O pereche de urechiuse

Am venit sa traduc tacerea.
Am adus hartie si creioane
si o pereche de urechiuse.

Te rog
sa nu ma intrerupi
pana nu-mi termin treaba.

O sa depachetez urechile
si-o sa le pun pe podea
cu fata in sus.

Vei observa ca sunt bizare
Cu-adanciturile lor micute
si-aceasta punte de oase.

Asteapta un sunet
ce vine din neant-
nu tolerez nimic

nici bazait de musca
sau ciocanit in zid.

Incetineste-ti respiratia,
fi rabdator-
staruie asupra oricarui gand fugar.

In curand urechile vor incepe
sa vibreze- si vor lua
incet creioanele de jos.

Asculta cu atentie-
se scrie
istoria.