School ,Childhood and Poetry
　　One time,investigating in the backyard of our house in Temuco the tiny objects and minuscule beings of my world,I came upon a hole in one of the boards of the fence.I looked through the hole and saw a landscape like that behind our house,uncared for,and wild.I moved back a few steps,because I sensed vaguely that something was about to happen.All of a sudden a hand appeared,a tiny hand of a boy about my own age.By the time I came close again,the hand was gone,and in its place there was a marvelous white sheep.
　　The sheep's wool was faded.Its wheels had escaped.All of this only made it more authentic.I had never seen such a wonderful sheep.I looked back through the hole but the boy had disappeared.I went into the house and brought out a treasure of my own:a pinecone,opened,full of odor and resin,which I adored.I set it down in the same spot and went off with the sheep.
　　I never saw either the hand or the boy again.And I have never again seen a sheep like that either.The toy I lost finally in a fire.
　　I have been a lucky man.To feel the intimacy of brothers is a marvelous thing in life.To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.But to feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know,from those unknown to us,who are watching over our sleep and solitude,over our dangers and our weaknesses,that is something still greater and more beautiful because it widens out the boundaries of our being,and unites all living things.
　　That exchange brought home to me for the first time a precious idea:that all of humanity is somehow together.That experience came to me again much later; this time it stood out strikingly against a background of trouble and persecution.
　　It won't surprise you then that I attempted to give something resiny,earthlike,and fragrant in exchange for human brotherhood.Just as I once left the pinecone by the fence,I have since left my words on the door of so many people who were unknown to me,people in prison,or hunted,or alone.
　　That is the great lesson I learned in my childhood,in the backyard of a lonely house.Maybe it was nothing but a game two boys played who didn't know each other and wanted to pass to the other some good things of life.Yet maybe this small and mysterious exchange of gifts remained inside me also,deep and indestructible,giving my poetry light.
　　學(xué)校,童年和詩(shī)歌
　　有一段時(shí)間,在我家后院的微小物體和極小西面的生命我的世界,我來(lái)到了一個(gè)洞的圍墻的木板.我從洞里,看到這樣的景色,沒(méi)房子后面,而瘋狂的.我搬回了幾步,因?yàn)槲腋杏X(jué)到含糊的那些東西有將要發(fā)生的事情.突然,一只手出現(xiàn)細(xì)小的手的男孩對(duì)自己的年齡.我走近的時(shí)候,手了,并且在它的地方有一個(gè)奇妙的白綿羊.
　　羊的羊毛就消失了.其車輪逃走了.所有這一切只會(huì)讓它更真實(shí).我從未見(jiàn)過(guò)如此奇特的羊.我回頭穿過(guò)這個(gè)洞童子卻消失了.我進(jìn)了房子,拿出自己的財(cái)富:松果,打開(kāi),充滿香氣和樹(shù)脂,我最尊敬的人.我把它放在同一個(gè)地方,后來(lái)和羊.
　　我從未見(jiàn)過(guò)的手或童年.我從未見(jiàn)過(guò)一只羊再那樣.我失去了最后的玩具在一場(chǎng)火災(zāi)的.
　　我一直是個(gè)幸運(yùn)的男人.感受”的兄弟是一種不可思議的事情在生活中.覺(jué)得我們所愛(ài)的人的愛(ài)是火,把我們的生活.但感覺(jué),來(lái)自于那些不為我們所知,從那些不為我們所知,他正在看了我們的睡眠和孤獨(dú),我們和我們的弱點(diǎn),危害更大的,是一件更美麗,因?yàn)樗鼣U(kuò)大了我們?nèi)说倪吔?并將所有的生靈.
　　那個(gè)交換使我平生第一次寶貴的想法:所有的人類都不知何故結(jié)合在一起.那個(gè)經(jīng)驗(yàn)又來(lái)了之后,這一次它突出醒目的背景下,對(duì)他的麻煩和迫害.
　　它不會(huì)令你感到驚訝的那一刻,我試圖把一些類似,芬芳的人類兄弟換.就像我曾經(jīng)留下了由圍墻,松果之后離開(kāi)我的言語(yǔ)的門上這么多的人,人們還在監(jiān)獄里,或獵捕、或孤獨(dú).
　　這是最偉大的課我學(xué)會(huì)了在我的童年,在后院的一幢孤零零的房子.也許這只是一場(chǎng)兩個(gè)男孩打誰(shuí)不知道對(duì)方,要通過(guò)其他一些好事的生活.也許這個(gè)小和神秘還交換禮物依然在我里面的,也深刻的,不可,給我的詩(shī)歌.