When switching from one language to another I
become a different person, in my mother tongue
a boyish rogue like my irrepressible dad - as for
English I'm restrained like my mama, in French
an ebullient, outgoing extrovert feeling helpful &
righteous, in German a boisterous, noisy singer of
Quatschlieder, while Latin hymns makes me into
a devout seeker of the symbolism of the Divine -
actually I'm multi-dimensional in Afrikaans since
the lullabies mama sang, the stories dad told and
my childhood dreams of becoming all-knowing &
wise, were formed in the tongue of my birth…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I too may be a different person when writing about religion versus writing about science. I try to stay away from writing in Vulcan or Klingon. :)