'The art of listening...'
'What? ' a voice from the audience said,
(turn up your hearing aid, a companion reminded)
'The art of listening is like eating, chewing words like
grass in a cow's mouth, ruminating over time
the meaning of meanings'
'What? ' the same voice from the audience cried,
'I listened, but I still heard nothin',
is this about farming or somethin'? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem