ants humans formis êtres humains hormigas seres humanos

Short poems, three versions: Français then Español then English

Les fourmis, je pense, ne sont pas comme moi

Napping on Stuyvesant Oval, New York, sketches by William Eaton
J’étais à A.

Je voulais aller à B.

Je pense.

 

Je me suis retrouvé à C,

Où j’imagine que dans un moment

Il se peut que

 

Je me retrouverai à E !

Je pense

À Q.

 

Las hormigas no son como nosotros

Estaba en la A

Y quería llegar al B

Creo.

 

Me encontré en el C.

¿Crees tanto como yo

En el camino hasta la Z?

 

Espera que en un rato

Si me revisto de paciencia

Me encontraré en la E

 

Aunque podría ser el Q

Creo.

 

Ants, I think, have a different view of all this

I was at A

And I wanted to get to B

I think

 

I found myself at C

And expect that in a while

If I don’t lose heart along the way

 

I’ll find myself at E

Though it might turn out to be Q

 

At least this is what I’m thinking


— Poem(s) and drawing by William Eaton

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