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Poetry in Translation (CXCVIII): Giovanni Maria CHERCHI (b. 1928), ITALY, SARDINIA, “S’attressu”, “Il passaggio”, “În marea trecere”

June 27th, 2013 · No Comments · International Media, PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations, Translations

Giovanni Maria CHERCHI

S’attraessu

Sas arveghes si movene dae tesu
appenas ilgiarende sas aeras
e pasa pasa in chirca de ricattu
si tuccan de su monte a s‘atter‘ala.
E nd’intendet sa zente a manzanile
s ‘attraessu ‘e sa ‘idda
e misciu a s ‘appeìttigu
s ‘appeddu de sos canes cun su ‘elidu
de anzones time time. Sos piseddos
iscultana su tinnulu
duiche ‘e sas ischiglias in su sonnu
e biden in sos bisos
— ca la tenen in coro — andendeche sa gama cara a sole
e bianca nida a supaschinzu nou.

IN MAREA TRECERE
Giovanni Maria CHERCHI
(b. 1928, Alghero, Sardinia)

În zorii zilei, din depărtare,
oile trec agale,
peste culmi,
spre pajişti noi.
Dimineaţa oamenii aud
turma trecând prin sat
în ritm de copite
cu mieii behăind
şi câinii lătrând.
În somnul lor, copiii aud
clopoţeii timizi ai mieilor,
în visul lor, închipuindu-şi
că le aud din inimă
în timp ce turma albă
se indreaptă către soare, spre pajişti nevăzute.
(Rendered in Romanian by Constantin ROMAN, London,
© 2013 Copyright Constantin ROMAN)

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Poetry in Translation (LXXXI): Lucian Blaga (1922-1985) – “To my Readers” (CĂTRE CITITORI)

March 30th, 2011 · No Comments · PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations, Translations

MOTTO (In Marea Trecere): Opreste trecerea. Ştiu că unde nu e moarte nu e nici iubire – şi totuşi to rog: opreste, Doamne, ceasornicul cu care ne măsuri destrămarea.
Lucian Blaga (1922-1985), Poetry in Translation (XIV), “To my Readers” (CĂTRE CITITORI)
Versiune Engleza de Constantin ROMAN (Londra)

1924
Motto
The Great Passage:
Halt the Great Passge. I know Mylord there is no Love without Death. And yet, Mylord, please stop the clock with which you measure our decay.

“Believe me, believe me one could speak endlessly about anything:

About Fate and the well-wishing Snake

About Archangels ploughing the Garden of Man

About the Sky which we hope to reach,

About Hatred and Fall, Sadness and Crucifixion…

But above all, about the Great Passage.

Yet words are nothing else than the tears

Of those who wished so much to cry, but couldn’t.

Bitter, so bitter are all words

And therefore

Let me walk in silence amongst you

Cross your way

Eyes-closed.

(Rendered in English by Constantin ROMAN)

Copyright Constantin Roman, 2011

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