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Every winter my father rode his pony

Every winter my father rode his pony out to the buffalo.
In those days they roamed freely.
It was the Time of Taking Away however, and the buffalo did not last long.
After he killed a buffalo, my father would eat the warm liver raw.
He liked the taste of it.
Then my father would warm his hands in side the buffalo.
After that he would skin the buffalo and cut up the meat.
Nothing went towaste.
He brought the meat home and hung it on that hook which is still in the ceiling.
We had plenty of meat all winter long.
It did not cost anything.
And we did not need a license either.

以下は　訳ではなくて　私の思い：

よく　思う
生きるために　
牛、豚、鶏、、、、
家畜と言われるものを　食べる

食べられるとき　
殺される　彼等は
どう　感じるのだろう

死ぬ運命を知って
涙を流すーと聞いたことがある

最近　あまり肉類をたべなくなった

Remeber when our land smelled sweet?

Renember when our land smelled sweet? Remember when our corn was good?
Remember when everything was rich and beautiful?
No, I do not remember that.

I think that television has ruined our imaginations.
I used to look at clouds and see eagles and lions.
Now I look at them and see automobiles.

My dog barks because he cannot speak.
My horse whinnys becuase he cannot laughs.
my sheep bleats because he cannot cry.
My rooster crows because he cannot boast.
But my cat just goes to sleep because
He is too old to complain.

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see- 目に見える

The hands that I remember

The hands that I remember

were of my fathere cutting down the tree
Asking forgiveness for its death.

The hands that I remember
were of my mother showing me
The purpose of a flower.

The hands that I remember
were of my brother killing rabbits
So he might later kill the deer.

The hands that I remember
were of my sister digging earth
To discover a newborn tree.

The hands that I remember
were of my grandfather teaching me
The way to the mountain of my life.

In the distance of my years

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In the distance of my years I cover myself with time
Like a blanket which enfolds me with the layers of my life.
What can I tell except that I have gone
nowhere and everywhere?
What can I tell you except that I have not begun
my journey now that it is through?
All that I ever was and am yet to be
lies within me now this way.

There is the Young Boy in me traveling east
With the Eagle which taught me to see far and wide.
The Eagle took his distance and said,
There is a Time for Rising Above
So that you do not think
Your small world too important.
There is a time for turning your vision toward the sky.

There is the Young Girl in me traveling west
With the Bear which taught me to look inside.
The Bear stood by himself and said,
There is a Time for Being Alone
So that you do not take on
The appearance of your friends.
There is a time for being at home with yourself.

There is the Old Man in me traveling north
With the Buffalo which taught me wisdom.
The Buffalo disappeared and said,

There is a Time for Believing Nothing
So that you do not speak
What you have already heard.
There is a Time for Keeping Quiet.

There is the Old Woman in me traveling south
With the Mouse which taught me my limitations.
The Mouse lay close to the ground and said,
There is a Time for Taking Comfort in Small Things
So that you do not feel
Forgotten in the night.
There is a Time for eenjying the Worm.

That is the way it iwas.
That is the way it shall continue

With the Eagle and the Bear
with the Buffalo and the Mouse
In all directions joinded iwth me
To form the circle of my life.

I am a n Eagle.
The small world laughs at my ddeeds.
But the great sky ekkps to itself
My thoughts of immortality.

I am a Bear
in my solitude I remsemble the wind.
I blow the clouds together
So they form images of my friends

I am a Buffalo.
My voice echoes inside my mouth.
All that I have learned of life
I share swith the smoke o fmy fire.

I am a Mouse
My life is beneath my nose.
Each time that I journey toward the horizon
I find a hole instead.

There is a Time for Believing Nothing

There is a Time for Believing Nothing
So that you do not speak
What you have already heard.
There is a Time for Keeping Quiet.

There is the Old Woman in me traveling south
With the Mouse which taught me my limitations.
The Mouse lay close to the ground and said,
There is a Time for Taking Comfort in Small Things
So that you do not feel
Forgotten in the night.
There is a Time for eenjying the Worm.

That is the way it iwas.
That is the way it shall continue

With the Eagle and the Bear
with the Buffalo and the Mouse
In all directions joinded iwth me
To form the circle of my life.

I am a n Eagle.
The small world laughs at my ddeeds.
But the great sky ekkps to itself
My thoughts of immortality.

I am a Bear
in my solitude I remsemble the wind.
I blow the clouds together
So they form images of my friends

I am a Buffalo.
My voice echoes inside my mouth.
All that I have learned of life
I share swith the smoke o fmy fire.

I am a Mouse
My life is beneath my nose.
Each time that I journey toward the horizon
I find a hole instead.