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THREE POEMS IN TRANSLATION, (CCLVI-CCLVIII), GREECE, George SEFERIS (1900 – 1971): `’Epitaf”, “Epitaph”, “Duminică”, “Sunday”, “Bitter Moments”, “Clipe amare”

February 14th, 2014 · Comments Off on THREE POEMS IN TRANSLATION, (CCLVI-CCLVIII), GREECE, George SEFERIS (1900 – 1971): `’Epitaf”, “Epitaph”, “Duminică”, “Sunday”, “Bitter Moments”, “Clipe amare” · International Media, PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations, Translations

George Seferis

Coals in the fog
were roses rooted in your heart
and the ashes covered your face
each morning.
Plucking cypress shadows
You left a summer ago.

POETRY IN TRANSLATION (CCXLI): FRANCE – Jean de LAFONTAINE (1621-1695): “Le Corbeau et le Renard”, “Corbul şi Vulpea”

February 4th, 2014 · Comments Off on POETRY IN TRANSLATION (CCXLI): FRANCE – Jean de LAFONTAINE (1621-1695): “Le Corbeau et le Renard”, “Corbul şi Vulpea” · International Media, Poetry, quotations, Translations

Domnule, tu să ştii că-orice linguşitor,
Doar profită din munca celui ce îl ascultă:
Lecţia să-ţi servească, mult mai mult ca o brânză.
Domnul corb, ruşinat de o astfel de pildă,
Se jură, cam târziu, că n-o să-l mai prindă.

POETRY IN TRANSLATION (CCXL): SPAIN – Antonio GAMONEDA (1931 – 2006): “Pietre funerare”, “Gravestones”

February 3rd, 2014 · Comments Off on POETRY IN TRANSLATION (CCXL): SPAIN – Antonio GAMONEDA (1931 – 2006): “Pietre funerare”, “Gravestones” · International Media, PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations, Translations, Uncategorized

Nu mai e nici bunăstare, nici odihnă.
Fiara neagră vine pe aripă de vânt, iar oamenii sunt înfieraţi cu cifră de moarte.
Nu mai e nici bunăstare, nici odihnă.
Sub un soare torid, într-un vas de lacrimi, în suflet de visuri negre, un răcnet adânc creşte, ţesând cele mai triste fibre, iar în insomnia lor, mamele ce sălăşluiesc în inimă de fulger, îşi aţintesc privirea spre pădurea împietrită.

Do birds so groan?
All is blood soaked.
Deaf at the source of the music, ought I to insist anymore?
There is vigilance in the gardens placed between my spirit and the precision of the spies.
There is watching in the churches.

Beware of calcination and incest; I say, beware of your very self, Spain.

POETRY IN TRANSLATION (CCXLVIII): ENGLAND – Louis de BERNIÈRES (b. 1954): “Romance”, “Romanţă”

January 28th, 2014 · Comments Off on POETRY IN TRANSLATION (CCXLVIII): ENGLAND – Louis de BERNIÈRES (b. 1954): “Romance”, “Romanţă” · Books, International Media, Poetry, quotations, Translations, Uncategorized

“Te iubesc!”- a spus ea, surprinsă să fi rostit-o prima oară,
Şi intrebându-se cum ar fi: a descoperit
O situaţie interesantă!

“Şi eu te iubesc!”- a răspuns el, repetând o frază obişnuită,
Plină de anticipări nefaste, şi sperând
Sa o îmbrobodească şi pe ea.

‘I love you’, she said, never having said it before,
And wondering what it was like; she found it
An interesting experience.

‘I love you too’, he said, having said it many times
For nefarious purpose, and hoping it would
Work with her as well.

POETRY IN TRANSLATION (CCXLIV): Pierre REVERDY, (1889 – 1960), FRANCE, “Tard dans la vie”, “Late in life”, “Amurgul vieţii”

January 24th, 2014 · Comments Off on POETRY IN TRANSLATION (CCXLIV): Pierre REVERDY, (1889 – 1960), FRANCE, “Tard dans la vie”, “Late in life”, “Amurgul vieţii” · International Media, PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations, Reviews, Translations, Uncategorized

Je suis dur
Je suis tendre
Et j’ai perdu mon temps
A rêver sans dormir
A dormir en marchant
Partout où j’ai passé
J’ai trouvé mon absence
Je ne suis nulle part
Excepté le néant

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.

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

Poetry in Translation (CCXVI): Ferruccio GRECO, Poet of CALABRIA, “Tenerezze ”, “O mamă Calabreză

September 30th, 2013 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CCXVI): Ferruccio GRECO, Poet of CALABRIA, “Tenerezze ”, “O mamă Calabreză · International Media, PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations, Translations, Uncategorized

O mamă Calabreză

Abea doi ani de-aveam, şi îmi aduc aminte
Cum visuri din trecut în suflet se perindă.
Cât de amar plângeam, cu lacrimă fierbinte,
Iar mama mă strângea, la pieptu-i să m-alinte;

Ea mă-ntreba, duios , de ce, şi unde oare?
Şi-i arătam, plângând, la locul ce mă doare …
Atunci ma săruta, ca plânsul să-mi aline,
Şi lacrima să-mi treacă, din nou să zburd, în lume.
Versiune în limba Română
Constantin ROMAN, Londra,
© 2013, Copyright Constantin ROMAN

Poetry in Translation (CCXV): Anonymous, ROMANIA, “The Ecologic Princess and Prince Charming“, “Prinţesa Ecologică şi Făt Frumos”

September 23rd, 2013 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CCXV): Anonymous, ROMANIA, “The Ecologic Princess and Prince Charming“, “Prinţesa Ecologică şi Făt Frumos” · International Media, Poetry, quotations, Translations, Uncategorized

Once upon a time,
In far-away lands,
There was a beautiful princess
Who just found a frog
Whilst she was contemplating ecologic aspects,
On the shore of an unpolluted lake,
In a green meadow
(recently re-granted by the Constitutional Court).

A fost odată
Ca nici odată
Şi dacă n-ar fi
Nu s-ar povesti.
A fost odată,
Pe meleaguri îndepărtate,
O mandră prinţesă
Care tocmai zări o broască,
În timp ce contempla aspecte ecologice,
Pe malul unui lac nepoluat,
Dintr-o luncă verde,
Lâng-un vechi castel,
(Restituit de Curtea Constituţională).

Adaptare liberă după un poet Anglo-Saxon anonim,
Copyright Constantin ROMAN, London, 2009

Poetry in Translation (CCVII): Manuel Álvarez Torneiro, (b. 1932, La Coruña), GALICIA, SPAIN, “On The Matter of Adagio, In Tribute to Tomaso Albinoni”, “Adagio, Tribut lui Tomaso Albinoni”

August 16th, 2013 · Comments Off on Poetry in Translation (CCVII): Manuel Álvarez Torneiro, (b. 1932, La Coruña), GALICIA, SPAIN, “On The Matter of Adagio, In Tribute to Tomaso Albinoni”, “Adagio, Tribut lui Tomaso Albinoni” · International Media, PEOPLE, Poetry, quotations, Translations

The hour arborescent in the shelter of evening.
That voluptuous taffeta of sense.
And life,
which binds severe moments.
A lit blade of grass touches the tremulous flesh,
elaborates the happy flowering of what’s lost.
Nothing is shipwrecked definitively.
The viola turns into sheer silk.
Great scars receive their oils.

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