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Poetry in Translation (CLXXXIII: Jorge Luis BORGES (1899 – 1986), Argentina, Poet: “Noi suntem Epoca, Noi suntem Legenda”, “We are the time. We are the famous”, “SON LOS RÍOS”

April 14th, 2013 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CLXXXIII: Jorge Luis BORGES (1899 – 1986), Argentina, Poet: “Noi suntem Epoca, Noi suntem Legenda”, “We are the time. We are the famous”, “SON LOS RÍOS” · International Media, Poetry, quotations, Translations, Uncategorized

We are the time. We are the famous
metaphor from Heraclitus the Obscure.

Somos el tiempo. Somos la famosa
parábola de Heráclito el Oscuro.
Somos el agua, no el diamante duro,
la que se pierde, no la que reposa.
We are the water, not the hard diamond,
the one that is lost, not the one that stands still.

Noi suntem Epoca, Noi suntem Legenda
Jorge Luis Borges
(1899 – 1986)

Noi suntem Epoca. Noi suntem Legendara
Metaforă a lui Heraclit cel Obscur.

Noi suntem unda, nu piatra nestemată,
Cea trecătoare, nu cea de sine-stătătoare.

Noi suntem apa şi chipul antic
Al profilului grec, ce se reflectă în undă. Faţa
Lui se transformă în apele oglinzii schimbătoare
A pietrei nestemate sclipind ca flacăra.

Noi suntem fluviul inutil, preprogramat,
În drumul lui spre ocean.

Umbrele l-au cernit.
Totul şi-a luat rămas bun dela noi, totul se îndepărtează.

Memoria nu- şi pune stigmatul pe propria-i pecete.

Şi totuşi, este ceva ce rămâne
Şi totuşi, este ceva ce mâhneşte.

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Poetry in Translation (CLXXII): Edmund Burke (1729 – 1797), Anglo-Irish Philosopher, Poet & Politician – “The Mirror”, “Oglinda”

March 11th, 2013 · 2 Comments · International Media, Poetry, quotations, Translations

Edmund Burke ,
(1729 – 1797), Irlanda

Mă uit în oglindă
Şi ce pot afla?
O faţă curioasă
Ce nu e a mea!

Căci sunt mult mai tânăr
Şi nici gras nu sînt
Ca cel din oglinda
La care mă uit.

O, Sfinte Sisoaie,
O rugă îţi fac
Găseste-mi oglinda
Mai veche de-un veac.

Căci cele de astăzi
Nu sunt cum au fost,
Fiind toate schimbate
Şi fără de rost!

Mai bine ignoră
Când riduri apar
Un lucru fiind sigur
Şi limpede, chiar.

Când faţa-i departe
De-a fi c-altă dată,
E timp ca oglinda
Să fie schimbată.

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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.

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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.

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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.

En Français par Constantin ROMAN
Bucarest 1967, Londres, 2013
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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.

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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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Poetry in Translation (CLIX): Ion VINEA (1895 – 1964), “Vieille chanson” (Cântec vechi)

January 25th, 2013 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CLIX): Ion VINEA (1895 – 1964), “Vieille chanson” (Cântec vechi) · PEOPLE, Poetry, Translations

VIEILLE CHANSON
(Cântec vechi)
Ion VINEA (1895 – 1964)

J’ai peur des derniers regards,
Des adieux faits en partant,
Des signes de main et de mouchoir
Au son des pas s’étiolant.

J’ai peur, du silence, du néant,
Du nom à l’appel sans echo,
Des nuits au répis angoissant
J’ai peur des regrets à huis clos.

Du rêve au retour illusoire,
De l’ombre touchant le parvis,
J’ai peur de toute cette histoire
Frolant un perdu paradis.

Version Française par:
Constantin Roman, Londres,
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Poetry in Translation (CLVI): Marin SORESCU (1936 – 1996, Romania) – “Translation”, “Traducere”

December 26th, 2012 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CLVI): Marin SORESCU (1936 – 1996, Romania) – “Translation”, “Traducere” · International Media, Poetry, quotations, Translations

Translation
Marin Sorescu (1936 – 1996)

I was sitting an exam
In a dead language
And I had to transIate myself
From man into ape.

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