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Translations For Ritienne Abela
Children of the Slums

Imagine waking up on a filthy, uneven floor -
light coming solely through the flimsy wooden wall.

Imagine trudging through the mud barefoot -
mud merged with remnants of God knows who.

Imagine breathing in thick layers of sooty dust -
the colors sullen, lifeless . . .
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Translation For Mapung Madura
I (don't) Love You

I don't love you as the mountains
who looked down, stared out to the villages
that terraces.
praising the Lover

I don't love you as the birds
gathering and whistling
flying-cut in half
singing the song of worship

I love you without to be
the . . .
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