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Poetry in Translation (CCCL), Nichita STĂNESCU (1933-1983) ROMANIA: “De dragoste ”, “About love”

August 8th, 2015 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CCCL), Nichita STĂNESCU (1933-1983) ROMANIA: “De dragoste ”, “About love” · Books, Famous People, PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations, Translations

She looks so bored, yet she is still so pretty,
her ebony composure is upset …
her hand so bright, her face appears so witty…
she had forsaken me – I feel too wet!

Ea stă plictisită şi foarte frumoasă
părul ei negru este supărat
mâna ei luminoasă
demult m-a uitat,

Poetry in Translation (CCCXLIX), Care SANTOS (b.1970) SPAIN/CATALONIA: “Atlasul Corpului”, “The Great Atlas of the Human Body”

August 7th, 2015 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CCCXLIX), Care SANTOS (b.1970) SPAIN/CATALONIA: “Atlasul Corpului”, “The Great Atlas of the Human Body” · Books, Famous People, International Media, PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations, Translations

Cortexul prefrontal
este cea mai mare cameră din casă
pe care o numim creier.
Este motivul pentru care foloseste ca debara,
ca să păstrăm acolo toate lucrurile:
The Prefrontal Cortex
is the largest room of the home
we call the brain.
That’s why it’s used as the storeroom
to keep everything:

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Poetry in Translation (CCCXLVIII), Charles BAUDELAIRE (1821-1857) FRANCE: “The Murderer’s Wine”, “Nevasta a murit”, “Le Vin de l’assassin”

July 31st, 2015 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CCCXLVIII), Charles BAUDELAIRE (1821-1857) FRANCE: “The Murderer’s Wine”, “Nevasta a murit”, “Le Vin de l’assassin” · Books, Famous People, OPINION, PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations, Translations, Uncategorized

Ma femme est morte, je suis libre!
Je puis donc boire tout mon soûl.
Lorsque je rentrais sans un sou,
Ses cris me déchiraient la fibre.

Nevasta a murit această seară,
Sunt liber, pot să beau, fetiţă…
Când mă-ntoarceam acasă, criţă,
Zbiera, de îmi tăia suflarea.

My wife is dead and I am free!
And I can guzzle all I want.
When I came home without a cent
Her crying knifed the heart in me.

Poetry in Translation (CCCXLVII), William Butler YEATS (1865-1939) IRELAND: “Down By the Salley Gardens”, “Râul cu salcâmi”

July 26th, 2015 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CCCXLVII), William Butler YEATS (1865-1939) IRELAND: “Down By the Salley Gardens”, “Râul cu salcâmi” · Famous People, PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations, Translations

Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.
La râul cu salcâmi, mi-am întâlnit iubita;
Fiind trasă prin inel, mi-am încercat ispita.
Mi-a spus s-o iau uşor, ca florile de nea,
Dar, tânăr fiind, am vrut norocul a-ncerca.
Versiune în limba Română de Constantin ROMAN, Londra
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Poetry in Translation (CCCXLV), James KIRCUP (1918-2009) UK/ENGLAND: “No Men Are Foreign”, “Nimeni nu e străin”

July 11th, 2015 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CCCXLV), James KIRCUP (1918-2009) UK/ENGLAND: “No Men Are Foreign”, “Nimeni nu e străin” · Diaspora, Famous People, History, International Media, OPINION, PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations, Reviews, Translations

No Men Are Foreign
James KIRCUP (1918-2009)
Remember, no men are strange, no countries foreign
Beneath all uniforms, a single body breathes
Like ours: the land our brothers walk upon
Is earth like this, in which we all shall lie.
Nimeni nu e venetic
James KIRCUP (1918-2009)
Străine, ia aminte, nimeni nu e venetic, iar glia nu-i străină.
Sub orice uniformă acelaşi trup zvâcneşte,
Asemeni cu al nostru; iar câmpul bătăliei, cuprins de fraţii noştri,
E-aidoma cu al nostru, sub care-om zace morţi.
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Poetry in Translation (CCCXLIII), Rainer Maria RILKE (1875, Prague – 1926, Montreux), CZECHIA/AUSTRIA: “You Who Never Arrived ”, “Tu care n-ai ajuns niciodată”

July 5th, 2015 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CCCXLIII), Rainer Maria RILKE (1875, Prague – 1926, Montreux), CZECHIA/AUSTRIA: “You Who Never Arrived ”, “Tu care n-ai ajuns niciodată” · Books, Famous People, Poetry, quotations, Translations

You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don’t even know what songs
would please you.
Tu care n-ai ajuns niciodată
în braţele mele, Iubito, ce te-am pierdut
dela-nceput,
nici nu mai ştiu ce odă
ţi-ar fi plăcut.

Poetry in Translation (CCCXLI), Eugenio MONTALE (1896 – 1981), ITALY / LIGURIA: “Aniversare”, “Anniversaria”

June 16th, 2015 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CCCXLI), Eugenio MONTALE (1896 – 1981), ITALY / LIGURIA: “Aniversare”, “Anniversaria” · Books, Famous People, Poetry, quotations, Translations

Stând in genunchi, tot darul ce-am crezut
Nefiind al meu – ci-al altora de fapt,
Acum e-al meu. Căci bunul Dumnezeu a vrut
Să-nchege-ntreg tot sângele vărsat …
Ca-n pomul vieţii să atârne al tău fruct.

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Poetry in Translation (CCCXL), Eugenio MONTALE (1896 – 1981), ITALY/LIGURIA: “Ripenso il tuo sorriso ”, “I recall your smile”, “Surâsul tău”

June 15th, 2015 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CCCXL), Eugenio MONTALE (1896 – 1981), ITALY/LIGURIA: “Ripenso il tuo sorriso ”, “I recall your smile”, “Surâsul tău” · Books, Famous People, International Media, PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations, Translations

Nu visez decât la surâsul tău – o apă limpede,
mărturie întâmplătoare în albia râului,
oglindă în care zăresti frunza iederei,
dar mai ales cuprinsul cerului, strălucitor şi calm.
***
I recall your smile, and for me it is limpid water
witnessed by chance among the stones of a riverbed.
slight mirror in which you see an ivy and its inflorescence,
and over all the embrace of a serene white sky.
***
Ripenso il tuo sorriso, ed è per me un’acqua limpida
scorta per avventura tra le pietraie d’un greto,
esiguo specchio in cui guardi un’ellera e i suoi corimbi;
e su tutto l’abbraccio di un bianco cielo quieto.

Poetry in Translation (CCCXXXIX), Herta MULLER (b. 1953), ROMANIA-BANAT/GERMANY: “Colour Grey”, “Gri”

June 15th, 2015 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CCCXXXIX), Herta MULLER (b. 1953), ROMANIA-BANAT/GERMANY: “Colour Grey”, “Gri” · Communist Prisons, Diary, Diaspora, Famous People, International Media, OPINION, PEOPLE, Poetry, POLITICAL DETENTION / DISSENT, quotations, Reviews, Translations

I was nice to him
He was nice to me
Only
Our doors, our windows
Kept closed
Lest we smell each other.

Nu mă gândesc la tine
Dar când pământul aprig îmi va cuprinde pieptul
Voi visa tot mai mult la acele zile.

Poetry in Translation (CCCXXXVIII), Thomas BOBERG (b. 1960), DENMARK: “Dictatorial Poem”, “Poem Dictatorial”

June 13th, 2015 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CCCXXXVIII), Thomas BOBERG (b. 1960), DENMARK: “Dictatorial Poem”, “Poem Dictatorial” · Famous People, PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations, Translations

POEM DICTATORIAL
(Thomas Boberg, Danemarca)

Toţi oamenii care nu se pot plimba pe Corso,
Toţi oamenii care au uitat de unde vin
Toţi oamenii care şi-au pierdut cheile
Toţi oamenii care nu pot fi membrii clubului
Toţi oamenii care nu pot fi pe buzele mele
Toţi oamenii care nu înţeleg tactica scorpionului
Toţi oamenii care trec unii pe lângă alţii
Toţi oamenii care sosesc la timp dar care nu reuşesc
Toţi oamenii care refuză să trăiasca experienţa viitorului
Toţi oamenii care rămân deşi trenul aşteaptă
Toţi oamenii care nu pot fi unde sunt.

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