That is devoted to my father, who handed away in 2020 after a protracted battle with colon most cancers.
Within the shadow of languages, the place phrases.
whisper and dance like wind by olive leaves,
Father, you tirelessly navigated the labyrinth of tongues,
looking for to codify which means and speech,
to seek out frequent roots and connections,
to harness language’s guidelines and harvest them.
You didn’t worry the international voice,
the tangled syntax, the fractured phrase —
for in your coronary heart burned the hearth of Babel,
the craving to unite what was damaged,
to bridge the chasm between souls with code.
You noticed in every dialect the shimmer of reality,
the hidden mild of understanding,
and with a scientist’s ear, you listened deeply,
to not what was stated, however to what was meant.
Within the silence between phrases, you discovered the important thing,
unlocking the secrets and techniques of human communication.
with algorithms that sang the songs of many, that might dissolve obstacles.