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Poetry in Translation (CCXXXII): England, Philip LARKIN (1922-1985), “Heads in the Women’s Ward”, “Azil”

December 3rd, 2013 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CCXXXII): England, Philip LARKIN (1922-1985), “Heads in the Women’s Ward”, “Azil” · International Media, Poetry, quotations, Translations, Uncategorized

Philip LARKIN (1922-1985)
Heads in the Women’s Ward
On pillow after pillow lies
The wild white hair and staring eyes;
Jaws stand open; necks are stretched
With every tendon sharply sketched;
A bearded mouth talks silently
To someone no one else can see.
Sixty years ago they smiled
At lover, husband, first-born child.
Smiles are for youth. For old age come
Death’s terror and delirium.

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Poetry in Translation; (CCXXXI): Anonymous, ENGLAND, “Non temere l’amore di ieri””

December 2nd, 2013 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation; (CCXXXI): Anonymous, ENGLAND, “Non temere l’amore di ieri”” · International Media, PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations, Translations

Non temere l’amore di ieri

Fear not the love of yore –
As long as it’s alive,
Reborn in our hearts
Entwined in our minds.

Let us relive again
A torrid night of love,
More than we had before,
Or greater than we know,
Recalling yesteryear’s
Ever-nostalgic dreams…

Call me! and have no fear:
One only night of Love!
Night of a carnal bliss,
To live the everlasting,
Ever-redeeming dream!

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Poetry in Translation (CCXXX): Anonymous, ENGLAND, “Tristia ex Londiniae”

November 30th, 2013 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CCXXX): Anonymous, ENGLAND, “Tristia ex Londiniae” · International Media, Poetry, quotations

Poetry in Translation (CCXXX): Anonymous, ENGLAND, “Tristia ex Londiniae”

Tristia ex Londiniae

To say I think of You, for
Ever, it is True!

Am like a lion in a cage, the
More I pine for our Trysts,
Of Treasures that I missed!

Day after day,
I’m hostage in the jaws
Of Love that ever was!

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Poetry in Translation (CCXXIX): Rabrindranath TAGORE, (1861-1941), INDIA, “My Song”, “Cântec”

November 30th, 2013 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CCXXIX): Rabrindranath TAGORE, (1861-1941), INDIA, “My Song”, “Cântec” · International Media, PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations, Translations

My Song
Rabrindranath Tagore
(1861-1941), India

This song of mine will wind its music around you,
my child, like the fond arms of love.
The song of mine will touch your forehead
like a kiss of blessing.
When you are alone it will sit by your side and
whisper in your ear, when you are in the crowd
it will fence you about with aloofness.
My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams,
it will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown.
It will be like the faithful star overhead
when dark night is over your road.
My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes,
and will carry your sight into the heart of things.
And when my voice is silenced in death,
my song will speak in your living heart.

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Poetry in Translation (CCXXVII): Theo DORGAN, (b. 1953, Cork), IRELAND, “A Slow Poem”, “Sfială”

November 22nd, 2013 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CCXXVII): Theo DORGAN, (b. 1953, Cork), IRELAND, “A Slow Poem”, “Sfială” · International Media, PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations, Translations

I place my finger with great care
on the sleeping magnificent body of my beloved.
The room is quiet and huge, the air still, so still
I hear dust motes falling like leaves on the counterpane.

I stop my breathing and she fills me up
with swell of breath, the rise and fall of tides
so quiet and silver there, I am carried up and out of touch;

and she is far below me, curled into me,
her skin sufficient boundary, her dreams and trouble stilled.
Her troubles become diamond in my chest, I tip and balance

here beneath the ceiling, full of airy, thoughtful love, then fall
as slowly as leaves falling on a field,
until I settle there beside her, breathing her breath.

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Poetry in Translation (CCXXVI): Mireia CALAFELL, (b. 1980, Barcelona), Catalonia, Spain, “Mâna neatingând mâna”, “ Hand not touching hand … ”

November 22nd, 2013 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CCXXVI): Mireia CALAFELL, (b. 1980, Barcelona), Catalonia, Spain, “Mâna neatingând mâna”, “ Hand not touching hand … ” · Diaspora, International Media, PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations, Translations

Mâna neatingând mâna, pielea neatingând pielea,
doar gustul misterului care se dizolvă în cerul gurii,
în pauze inundate de atâta melancolie,
tremurând de frigul ce nu-l pot înfrunta,
dealungul acestor nopţi albe, cu obloanele trase.

Ochi nesărutând ochi, versuri de foc
în măduva oaselor, în măduva iubirii,
corp plin de parfum
pe silueta gâtului,
profil adumbrit, aşteptând, în confortul aşternutului.

Îţi scriu doar să-ţi spun că o sa te desluşesc, o să te devorez,
ca să parcurg lungul drum, prescris de soartă,
să te cuprind într-un singur cuvânt, dând bice delirului,
în timp ce ne vom ascunde sub orologiul
care recită versuri,
strângându-ne la piept, la nesfârşit.
Îţi scriu doar să-ţi spun, dacă te-aş desluşi, te-as strânge în braţe,
dar tu nu mai vei fi aici: vei fi început să te desprinzi de mine.

(Romanian version by:
Constantin ROMAN, London,
© 2013, Copyright Constantin ROMAN

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Poetry in Translation (CCXXV): ANONYMOUS British Poet, “If only … ”, “De aş fi doar…”

November 18th, 2013 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CCXXV): ANONYMOUS British Poet, “If only … ”, “De aş fi doar…” · Diaspora, International Media, PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations, Translations

If only …
(British Anonymous)

If only I were a mint leaf,
in your cocktail glass,
I would add freshness
to your eyes…

If only I were a glazed cherry,
adding a touch of colour,
I would bring a sweet-bitter taste
to your palate …

If I were a bitter lemon
in your signature cocktail,
I would add a touch of reality
to our stormy Love …

If I were an ice cube,
cajoled in your shaker,
I would extinguish the fire
of your burning desire …

If only …

(Collected by Constantin ROMAN, London,
© 2013, Copyright Constantin ROMAN)

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Poetry in Translation (CCXXIV): Orhan VELI KANIK, (1914-1950), ISTANBUL, “Fish in a Bottle of Booze”, “Peşte intr-o sticlă de brandy”

November 18th, 2013 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CCXXIV): Orhan VELI KANIK, (1914-1950), ISTANBUL, “Fish in a Bottle of Booze”, “Peşte intr-o sticlă de brandy” · Books, International Media, PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations, Translations

Cumpăr straie vechi.
Cumpăr haine vechi şi le croiesc in stele.
Muzica este hrana iubirii.
Ador muzica.

Scriu versuri.
Scriu versuri şi cumpăr haine vechi.
Vând haine vechi ca să cumpăr muzică.
O, dac-aş putea, doar, să fiu un peşte intr-o sticlă de brandy …

I buy old clothes.
I buy old clothes and cut them into stars.
Music is the food of love.
I love music.

I write poetry.
I write poetry and buy old clothes.
I sell old clothes and buy music;
If I could also be a fish in a bottle of booze…

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Poetry in Translation (CCXXIII): ANONYMOUS, BRITISH Poet, “Lament”

November 15th, 2013 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CCXXIII): ANONYMOUS, BRITISH Poet, “Lament” · Diaspora, International Media, PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations

LAMENT

Gone are the hopes
In morning’s mist,
Unfolding
London’s spell,
In all my dreams.
Of days gone bye,
Am longing
More and more…
Of our trysts
Do hope, in vain,
In one more night
Of love!

(Chelsea, November 16)

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Poetry in Translation (CCXXII): Giosue Carducci, (1835-1907), ITALY, Poet, “Inno a Satana”, “Imn Satanei”, “Hymn To Satan” (fragment)

November 14th, 2013 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CCXXII): Giosue Carducci, (1835-1907), ITALY, Poet, “Inno a Satana”, “Imn Satanei”, “Hymn To Satan” (fragment) · International Media, Poetry, quotations, Translations

mentre sorridono
la terra e ’l sole
e si ricambiano
d’amor parole,
e corre un fremito
d’imene arcano
da’ monti e palpita
fecondo il piano;
a te disfrenasi
il verso ardito,
te invoco, o Satana,
re del convito.

Când Soarele şi Terra
îşi schimbă-n
dulci surâsuri
cuvinte de amor,
Atunci în trup palpită
un himen de arcane
din munte spre câmpie
în solul roditor;
Iar eu îţi fac ofranda
de gânduri desfrânate
când te invoc, Satană
Domniţă a Ispitei.
© 2013, Copyright Constantin ROMAN

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