And the last brief thought which is now
in the American translation that therefore it's
a brief reflection may I say that the most translation
comes from John Milner and George Steiner in England
and from Stuart Freebird and David Young in Oberlin, Ohio.
"Brief Reflection on Floods."
We were brought up to believe that flood occurs when water
rises above every limit, covers wood and dale,
hill and mountain, places of temporary and permanent
residence.
So that men women honored patriarchs babes and sucklings
beasts of feel and forest creepy crawlies and heebie jeebies
are huddled together on the last rocks
sinking into the steely waters.
And only some kind of ark and only some kind of Ararat
who knows reports on the causes of floods very strangely.
History is a science founded on bad memory.
Floods of this nature should be taken lightly.
A real flood looks more like a puddle.
Like a nearby swamp.
Like a leaky washtub.
Like silence.
Like nothing.
A real flood is when bubbles come from the mouth
and we think they are worse.