Bird
Oh beguiling creature, I will observe you quietly without the desire to know your scientific name, or how many there are of you. I will follow you in your flight, I will look at the color of your feathers, or at the mournful bend of your beak, and call you that. I will listen to ...
Bilingual child’s creative translation
Today, like most days, my four years old daughter Miru sang a song in kindergarten. When I asked her to sing it to me after I picked her up and she was enjoying an ice slushy that colored her tongue orange, she rendered a perfect translation in Dutch. Good, the song consisted of three distinct ...