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Poetry in Translation, (CCLXXIV) – MEXICO, Octavio PAZ Lozano (1914– 1998): “Poet’s Epitaph”, “Epitaful Poetului”

March 13th, 2014 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation, (CCLXXIV) – MEXICO, Octavio PAZ Lozano (1914– 1998): “Poet’s Epitaph”, “Epitaful Poetului” · International Media, PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations, Translations

Epitaful Poetului
Octavio PAZ Lozano (1914– 1998)

A început să cânte, un cântec
ca să uite
adevărata sa viaţă de minciuni
şi să- şi aduc-aminte
minciunile adevăratei sale vieţi.

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He tried to sing, singing
not to remember
his true life of lies
and to remember
his lying life of truths.

Poetry in Translation, (CCLXXIII) – USA, Robert FROST (1874-1963): “A Question”, “Întrebare”

March 12th, 2014 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation, (CCLXXIII) – USA, Robert FROST (1874-1963): “A Question”, “Întrebare” · International Media, PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations, Translations

A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth.

Ghiciţi-mi într-o ceaşcă de cafea
Şi spuneţi sincer, oameni din trecut,
Dacă necazul, tot, din viaţa mea,
N-a fost prea mult de a mă fi născut.

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Poetry in Translation, (CCLXXII) – ENGLAND, Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell (1887-1964): “Answers”, “Răspunsuri”

March 11th, 2014 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation, (CCLXXII) – ENGLAND, Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell (1887-1964): “Answers”, “Răspunsuri” · Art Collections, Books, International Media, PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations, Translations, Uncategorized

Even when all small answers build up to
Protection of my spirit, still I hear
Big answers striving for their overthrow.
And all the great conclusions coming near.

Poetry in Translation, (CCLXXI): – ITALY, Annie Chartres VIVANTI (1888-1942): “Tra poco”, “Când dorul se va stinge”

March 7th, 2014 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation, (CCLXXI): – ITALY, Annie Chartres VIVANTI (1888-1942): “Tra poco”, “Când dorul se va stinge” · International Media, PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations, Translations

Tra poco, quando cesserò d’amarti,
Ritroverò il mio riso …impertinente,
Ritroverò le mie perfidie e l’arti
Di torturare e innamorar la gente.

Tra poco, quando cesserò d’amarti,
Serena, smemorata e senza addio,
Contenta di fuggire e di scordarti
Riprenderò il vagabondaggio mio.

Tra poco, quando cesserò d’amarti,
Scontrandoti per via smorto e severo,

Poetry in translation, (CCLXX): Charles BAUDELAIRE (1821 -1867), FRANCE: “Le chat”, “Il gatto”, “Felina”

March 4th, 2014 · Comments Off on Poetry in translation, (CCLXX): Charles BAUDELAIRE (1821 -1867), FRANCE: “Le chat”, “Il gatto”, “Felina” · International Media, Poetry, quotations, Translations

Poetry in translation, (CCLXX): Charles BAUDELAIRE (1821 -1867), FRANCE: “Le chat”, “Il gatto”, “Felina”
Lorsque mes doigts caressent à loisir
Ta tête et ton dos élastique,
Et que ma main s’enivre du plaisir
De palper ton corps électrique,

Je vois ma femme en esprit. Son regard,
Comme le tien, aimable bête
Profond et froid, coupe et fend comme un dard,

Et, des pieds jusques à la tête,
Un air subtil, un dangereux parfum
Nagent autour de son corps brun.

Poetry in translation, (CCLXIX): Juan Ramón Jiménez Mantecón (1881 -1958), SPAIN/ANDALUSIA: “Primavera encendida”, “Fired spring”, “O primavară fierbinte”

March 3rd, 2014 · Comments Off on Poetry in translation, (CCLXIX): Juan Ramón Jiménez Mantecón (1881 -1958), SPAIN/ANDALUSIA: “Primavera encendida”, “Fired spring”, “O primavară fierbinte” · International Media, PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations, Translations

Fired Spring
(to Antonio Machado)
(Juan Ramón Jiménez Mantecón,
1881 -1958)

Real friendship, clear mirror
where the illusion looks itself!…
…They look like more beautiful, calmer clouds.
I feel this evening, Antonio,
your heart in the breeze.
The evening smells of glory.

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Poetry in translation (CCLXVIII): Michelangelo Buonarroti (1475-1564), Italy/Tuscany ): “Noaptea în capela Medici”, “The sculpture of Night in the Medici chapels”, “Madrigale”

March 2nd, 2014 · Comments Off on Poetry in translation (CCLXVIII): Michelangelo Buonarroti (1475-1564), Italy/Tuscany ): “Noaptea în capela Medici”, “The sculpture of Night in the Medici chapels”, “Madrigale” · International Media, PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations, Translations

Caro m’è’l sonno, più l’esser di sasso,
mentre che ’l danno el la vergogna dura:
non veder, non sentir, m’è ventura;
però non mi destar, deh! parla basso.

POETRY IN TRANSLATION (CCLXVII): IRELAND – Oscar WILDE (1856 – 1900): “At Verona”, “Verona”

February 27th, 2014 · 1 Comment · Diaspora, International Media, PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations, Translations

At Verona
Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)

HOW steep the stairs within Kings’ houses are
For exile-wearied feet as mine to tread,
And O how salt and bitter is the bread
Which falls from this Hound’s table,–better far

That I had died in the red ways of war,
Or that the gate of Florence bare my head,
Than to live thus, by all things comraded
Which seek the essence of my soul to mar.

‘Curse God and die: what better hope than this?
He hath forgotten thee in all the bliss
Of his gold city, and eternal day’–
Nay peace: behind my prison’s blinded bars
I do possess what none can take away,
My love, and all the glory of the stars.

Poetry in translation (CCLXVI): Michelangelo Buonarroti (1475-1564), Italy/Tuscany: “Poem”, “Poem”

February 26th, 2014 · Comments Off on Poetry in translation (CCLXVI): Michelangelo Buonarroti (1475-1564), Italy/Tuscany: “Poem”, “Poem” · International Media, PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations, Translations

Poem
Michelangelo Buonarroti (1475-1564)

Sedus de aparenţe orbitoare,
Încurajat de bucurii ascunse,
Vreau sufletu-mi să zboare către soare,
Dar căile sunt lungi si nepătrunse.

Din bolta cerului divin, sclipiri pierdute
Ne scaldă in a Domnului lumină,
Facând din vis o dragoste deplină,
Pe culmi de nesperat si neştiute.

Când dragostea in piept sălăşluieşte,
Iar drumul lung e fratele ispitei,
Icoana ei, din ceruri, mă priveşte
Cu ochi de neuitat, a prea-iubitei.

Poetry in translation (CCLXV): Taras SHEVCHENKO (1814-1861, UKRAINE): “It Makes No Difference To Me ”, “Nu-mi pasă”

February 25th, 2014 · Comments Off on Poetry in translation (CCLXV): Taras SHEVCHENKO (1814-1861, UKRAINE): “It Makes No Difference To Me ”, “Nu-mi pasă” · Diaspora, International Media, PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations, Translations

De voi trăi în ţara mea,
Sau dacă veţi gândi cumva
De mine, ca străin,
Vă zic că-mi pasă prea puţin.

Iobag, născut printre străini,
Jelit de fraţi, fără suspin,
Şi, chiar iobag de voi muri,
Îmi pasă prea puţin.

Mormântul meu va fi demult uitat
În ţara unde m-am născut,
Dar cărei n-am aparţinut.
Dar când tătâne-miu, neîncetat,
Îmi va cânta-n genunchi, o rugăciune,
Tu miluieşte-i Doamne-al său tribut,
Căci am murit pe roată, pentru tine.

Imi pasă-acuma prea puţin.
De-mi vei rosti vre-o rugăciune.
Dar zic, căci este crezul meu,
Când oameni fără Dumnezeu,
Afurisi-vor al tău nume,
Ca să-l despoaie de trecut.
E greu, aşa, să fi crezut!

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