Call and Answer


Tell me why it is wedon’t lift our voices these days
And cry over what ishappening. Have you noticed
The plans are made forIraq and the ice cap is melting?

I say to myself:"Go on, cry. What’s the sense
Of being an adult andhaving no voice? Cry out!
See who will answer!This is Call and Answer!"

We will have to callespecially loud to reach
Our angels, who arehard of hearing; they are hiding
In the jugs of silencefilled during our wars.

Have we agreed to somany wars that we can’t
Escape from silence?If we don’t lift our voices, we allow
Others (who areourselves) to rob the house.

How come we’ve listenedto the great criers—Neruda,
Akhmatova, Thoreau,Frederick Douglass—and now
We’re silent assparrows in the little bushes?

Some masters say ourlife lasts only seven days.
Where are we in theweek? Is it Thursday yet?
Hurry, cry now! SoonSunday night will come.


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罗伯特·勃莱

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