Thin slices are the verbal snapshots
providing clues in mystery plots
we solve when reading body language,
deducing from the joy and anguish
we see on faces what the owner
is like in propria persona.
Representing him- or her-
self in a way they cannot sham,
declaring to us, “This I am, ”
in just ten seconds without faking,
with impressions they are making
regarding honesty and com-
petence which readers can draw from
their body language sober, quicker
than they can plying them with liquor,
which works as well as these thin slices,
removing from men their disguises,
though you can learn more as disrober
of anyone when they’re not sober.
Margalit Fox writes an obituary of Nalini Ambady:
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem