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Poetry in Translation (CLXIX): Emily LAWLESS (1845 – 1913), IRELAND – “In Spain”, “În Spania”

February 17th, 2013 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CLXIX): Emily LAWLESS (1845 – 1913), IRELAND – “In Spain”, “În Spania” · Poetry, quotations, Translations

Emily LAWLESS
(1845 –1913)

Your sky is a hard and a dazzling blue,
Your earth and sands are a dazzling gold,
And gold or blue is the proper hue,
You say for a swordsman bold.

In the land I have left the skies are cold,
The earth is green, the rocks are bare,
yet the devil may hold all your blue and your gold
Were I only once back there!

Cerul vostru de fier e-un albastru de-azur
Iar pământul de aur sclipind
Amintind de strămoşii din vremi de demult
Dârji in luptă, cu pieptul flămând.

Dar in ţara bătrânilor mei. ceru-i aspru,
Munţii sterpi, iar moşia uitată.
Şi la naiba cu galbenii şi cu cerul albastru
Doar la vatra din sat să ne-ntoarcem odată.

Poetry in Translation (CLXVIII): D.H. LAWRENCE (1885 – 1930), England, – “Volcanic Venus”, “Erupţie vulcanică”

February 7th, 2013 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CLXVIII): D.H. LAWRENCE (1885 – 1930), England, – “Volcanic Venus”, “Erupţie vulcanică” · International Media, PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations, Translations

Erupţie vulcanică
D.H. Lawrence (1885 – 1930)

Vai, în ce lume trăim!
Femeia e ca un vulcan
într-o erupţie aproape nesfârşită.
Suntem cu toţii tensionaţi, umblând într-o lume de vulcani
ce aruncă valuri de cenuşe.
Este tulburător, chiar, să te culci cu o zeiţă în miniatură
şi extenuant să pătrunzi craterul de lavă, al acestui mic Vezuviu
neştiind când vei provoca vre-un cutremur.

(Rendered in Romanian by Constantin ROMAN, London,
© 2013 Copyright Constantin ROMAN)

Poetry in Translation (CLXVII): Rabindranath TAGORE (1861 – 1941), India, – “A Moment’s Indulgence”, “O clipă de împlinire”

February 5th, 2013 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CLXVII): Rabindranath TAGORE (1861 – 1941), India, – “A Moment’s Indulgence”, “O clipă de împlinire” · International Media, PEOPLE, Poetry, Translations

Poetry in Translation (CLXVII): Rabindranath TAGORE (1861 – 1941), India, – “A Moment’s Indulgence”,
“O clipă de împlinire”

Rogu-te, doar o clipă de bună voinţă, ca să stau lângă tine. Lucrul
ce am de împlinit, poate rămâne pe mai târziu.

Departe de icoana feţei tale, sufletul meu n-are nici odihnă, nici răgaz,
iar munca mea devine o corvoadă nesfârșită, într-un ocean de trudă neţărmurită.

Astăzi, vara, cu suspine ei, a venit la fereastra mea, în timp ce
albinele îsi cântă zumzetul lor, la curtea majestoasă a crângului înflorit.

Acum e timpul să ne privim, față în față, și să înălţăm
cântul vieții, în această clipă liberă, debordând de împliniri.

(Rendered in Romanian by Constantin ROMAN, London,
© 2013 Copyright Constantin ROMAN)

Poetry in Translation (CLXVI): Federico Garcia LORCA (1898-1936) – “Despărţire”, “Despedida”, “Saying Goodbye”

February 4th, 2013 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CLXVI): Federico Garcia LORCA (1898-1936) – “Despărţire”, “Despedida”, “Saying Goodbye” · Poetry, quotations, Translations

Despărţire
Federico Garcia Lorca (1898 – 1936)

Îmi voi lua rămas bun
la crucea drumului
ca să iau cărarea
sufletului meu.

Dar voi reînvia
clipe triste.
ajungând la poarta grădinii
cântecului meu limpede
si voi începe să tremur
ca luceafărul dimineţii.

(Rendered in Romanian by Constantin ROMAN, London,
© 2013 Copyright Constantin ROMAN)

Poetry in Translation (CLXV): “Federico Garcia LORCA”, Spain, (1898-1936) – “Cântec călare”, “Canción de jinete”, “Rider’s Song”

February 4th, 2013 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CLXV): “Federico Garcia LORCA”, Spain, (1898-1936) – “Cântec călare”, “Canción de jinete”, “Rider’s Song” · PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations, Translations

Cântec călare
Federico Garcia LORCA (1898-1936)
Cordoba.
Departe şi solitară.

Cal negru, lună plină,
hrana-n traistă.
Deşi cunosc drumul
totuşi, nu voi sosi la Cordoba.

Prin câmpii, prin vânt,
Cal negru, lună-ncinsă.
Moartea mă priveşte in faţă
din turnurile Cordobei.

Uite ce lung e drumul!
Uite ce aprig e calul!
Uite, Moartea m-aşteaptă
înainte s-ajung la Cordoba.

Poetry in Translation (CLXIV): Lucian BLAGA (1895 – 1961), “Notre légende”, “Legenda noastră”, “Our Legend”

January 30th, 2013 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CLXIV): Lucian BLAGA (1895 – 1961), “Notre légende”, “Legenda noastră”, “Our Legend” · Poetry, quotations, Translations

Ce soir-là, sur un fond de graves tumultes
quelque chose ineffablement changea
ici, dans la terrestre époque de brumes et d’argile
et dans les contrées lunaires voisines de là-haut.
Le pays acquit des carat
qu’aucune balance n’a pesés.

D’argent se firent, ô, les marches, les fronts,
des purs témoins aux créations de l’univers.
Et nous deux, nous nous devinions, delivrés des pénombres,
comme deux êtres de soie en marche.

À cette heure exaltée, d’alchimie célèste,
nous obligeames la lune – et quelques autres astrres
à tourner
autours de nos coeurs.

Poetry in Translation (CLXIII): Lucian BLAGA (1895 – 1961), “To my Readers”, “Aux lecteurs”, Către cititori”

January 30th, 2013 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CLXIII): Lucian BLAGA (1895 – 1961), “To my Readers”, “Aux lecteurs”, Către cititori” · International Media, Poetry, Translations

Here is my house. There is the Sun and the garden with beehives.
You are passing along the road, peering through the slats of my gate
Expecting me to speak. Where shall I start?
Believe me, please, believe me,
one could talk as long as one wants, about anything:
of Destiny and the snake of goodwill,
of archangels tilling
the land of man,
of heavens towards which we aspire,
of hatred and fall, of sadness and Calvary,
but, above all, about the great passage.
Yet our words are only the tears of those who wished
so much to cry and could not.
Bitter are all those words
and that is why, please, allow me
to pass in silence amongst you,
crossing your road, eyes closed.

Poetry in Translation (CLXII): Lucian BLAGA (1895 – 1961), “J’ai compris le péché qui pèse sur ma maison” , “The sin that burdens my house”

January 26th, 2013 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CLXII): Lucian BLAGA (1895 – 1961), “J’ai compris le péché qui pèse sur ma maison” , “The sin that burdens my house” · Poetry, quotations, Translations

J’ai compris le péché qui pèse sur ma maison
Lucian BLAGA (1895 – 1961)

J’ai compris le péché qui pèse sur ma maison
comme une mousse ancestrale.
Oh, pourquoi ai-je interprété les temps et le zodiaque
autrement que la vieille qui rouit le chanvre dans l’étang?
Pourquoi ai-je désiré un autre sourire que celui du tailleur de pierre
qui fait jaillir des étincelles au bord du chemin?
Pourquoi ai-je aspiré à un autre sort
dans le monde des sept jours
que celui du sonneur de cloches qui conduit les morts au ciel?
Passant, donne-moi ta main, et toi qui t’en vas
et toi qui viens.
Tous les troupeaux de la terre ont des auréoles saintes
au dessus de leurs têtes.
C’est ainsi que je m’aime dorénavant:
un parmi beaucoup d’autres
En Français par Constantin ROMAN
Bucarest 1967, Londres, 2013

Poetry in Translation (CLXI): Lucian BLAGA (1895 – 1961), “Lettre” (Scrisoare)

January 26th, 2013 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CLXI): Lucian BLAGA (1895 – 1961), “Lettre” (Scrisoare) · PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations, Translations

LETTRE (Scrisoare)
Lucian BLAGA (1895 – 1961)
Je suis plus vieux que toi, ma mère,
mais toujours celui que tu connais:
les épaules un peu voutés
et penché sur les questions des hommes.
Je ne sais toujours pas pourquoi tu m’as fait voir le jour.
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Poetry in Translation (CLX): Lucian BLAGA (1922 – 1985), “Dernier mot” (Ultimul cuvânt)

January 26th, 2013 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CLX): Lucian BLAGA (1922 – 1985), “Dernier mot” (Ultimul cuvânt) · PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations, Translations, Uncategorized

If Cioran is considered the contemporary extension of Nietsche, and his thoughts written in French are translated in many languages, Lucian’s Blaga’s works remain highly mystical, close to the primeval myth and to his village roots and, sadly, very little translated in foreign languages.
Like Cioran, Blaga was born the son of an Orthodox priest in a small village of Transylvania at the time when this province was still part of the Habsburg empire. By the time of his maturity his contribution to Phylosophy and poetry was recognised by being elected a Fellow of the Romanian Academy, just before the Second World War. With the advent of Communism in Romania the last two decades of his life were spent in obscurity, interspersed with time in the Communist prisons, reduced to silence and physical incapacity.

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