'My father my father my father on earth...'
My father my father my father on earth as he is in summer wind in winter wind.
Oh my father in earth as he is in never I parrot it back my father my father.
In winter in summer wind all over the earth in the wind of singing.
Child in the great green pines it was you who were whistling blowing child in the great white pines.
My father I tell you again in passing I'm chucking this flower high enough.
My two feet in your light-coloured gravel.
My hands for the flower or the bird.
© Valérie Rouzeau translated by Susan Wicks