Poetry

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Post by Angel » Sat Nov 22, 2014 11:46 pm

Yioryos Seferis Literature Nobel Prize 1963

 

Denial

 

On the hidden shore white as a dove thirsty at midday; but the water salt. On the golden sand, we wrote her name; How lovely the wind blew and the writing was wiped out. What courage, what spirit, what desires and passion we took on our life wrong! and we changed it.




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Post by Angel » Sat Nov 29, 2014 6:20 am

 Nazim Hikmet

 

The small world

And here, this is what I want to tell you now In India, in the city of Calcutta, they blocked the road for a human being. They bound him in chains, there where he was walking. That is why, then, I don't permit myself to raise my head to the starlit universes. You will say, the stars are far away and out earth is so, so small. Well, then, whatever the starts are, I stick my tongue out at them. For me, anyway, the most amazing thing, the most imposing, most mysterious and biggest thing is a human being whom they obstruct from walking, is a human being whom they have bound in chains.


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Post by Angel » Fri Dec 05, 2014 7:23 pm

L' invitation au voyage

Charles Baudelaire

 

Mon enfant, ma soeur,

songe à la douceur

d' aller là-bas vivre ensemble!

Aimer à loisir,

aimer et mourir

au pays qui te ressemble!

Les soleils mouillés

de ces ciels brouillés

pour mon esprit ont les charmes

si mystérieux

de tes traîtres yeux,

brillant à travers leurs larmes.

 

Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté,

luxe, calme et volupté.

 

Des meubles luisants,

polis par les ans,

décoreraient notre chambre;

les plus rares fleurs

mêlant leurs odeurs

aux vagues senteurs de l'ambre,

les riches plafonds,

les miroirs profonds,

la splendeur orientale,

tout y parlerait

à l'âme en secret

sa douce langue natale.

 

Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté,

luxe, calme et volupté.

 

Vois sur ces canaux

dormir ces vaisseaux

dont l'humeur est vagabonde;

C'est pour assouvir

ton moindre désir

qu'ils viennent du bout du monde.

Les soleils couchants

revêtent les champs,

les canaux, la ville entière,

d'hyacinthe et d'or;

Le monde s'endort

dans une chaude lumière.

 

Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté,

luxe, calme et volupté.

 

Translation

 

The Invitation to the Voyage

 

How sweet, my own,

could we live alone

over beyond the sea!

To love and to die

indolently

in the land that's akin to thee!

Where the suns which rise

in the watery skies

weave soft spells over my sight,

as thy false eyes do

when they flicker through

their tears with a dim, strange light.

 

There all is beauty and symmetry,

pleasure and calm and luxury.

 

Years that have gone

have polished and shone

the things that would fill our room;

The flowers most rare

which scent the air

in the richly-ceiling 'd gloom,

and the mirrors profound

and the walls around

with Orient splendor hung,

to the soul would speak

of things she doth seek

in her gentle native tongue.

 

There all is beauty and symmetry,

pleasure and calm and luxury.

 

The canals are deep

where the strange ships sleep,

far from the land of their birth;

To quench the fire

of thy least desire

they have come from the ends of the earth.

The sunsets drown

peaceful town

an meadow, and stagnant stream

in bistre and gold,

and the world enfold,

in a warm and luminous dream.

 

There all is beauty and symmetry, Pleasure and calm and luxury.

 

Jack Collings Squire (London: The New Age Press, Ltd, 1909)

 

There are quite a few english translations to this poem. My english is poor, I've written that many times already, so I'm not sure I've chosen the right one (right is not the right (!) word here), but it seemed to me good enough, although it's one of the oldest. Baudelaire's language is so perfect (even the sound of it) that it is extremely difficult to translate his poems.

This is a wonderful thread, girls, and all the poems are beautiful, plus they say something for the personality of each one of you. It was a real pleasure reading them.


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Post by Angel » Fri Dec 05, 2014 7:32 pm

Looking For Your Face

From the beginning of my life I have been looking for your face but today I have seen it

Today I have seen the charm, the beauty, the unfathomable grace of the face that I was looking for

Today I have found you and those who laughed and scorned me yesterday are sorry that they were not looking as I did

I am bewildered by the magnificence of your beauty and wish to see you with a hundred eyes

My heart has burned with passion and has searched forever for this wondrous beauty that I now behold

I am ashamed to call this love human and afraid of God to call it divine

Your fragrant breath like the morning breeze has come to the stillness of the garden You have breathed new life into me I have become your sunshine and also your shadow

My soul is screaming in ecstasy Every fiber of my being is in love with you

Your effulgence has lit a fire in my heart for me the earth and sky

My arrow of love has arrived at the target I am in the house of mercy and my heart is a place of prayer


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Post by Lena » Sun Dec 07, 2014 8:37 pm

 

Looking For Your Face

From the beginning of my life

I have been looking for your face

but today I have seen it

Today I have seen

the charm, the beauty,

the unfathomable grace

of the face

that I was looking for

Today I have found you

and those who laughed

and scorned me yesterday

are sorry that they were not looking

as I did

I am bewildered by the magnificence

of your beauty

and wish to see you

with a hundred eyes

My heart has burned with passion

and has searched forever

for this wondrous beauty

that I now behold

I am ashamed

to call this love human

and afraid of God

to call it divine

Your fragrant breath

like the morning breeze

has come to the stillness of the garden

You have breathed new life into me

I have become your sunshine

and also your shadow

My soul is screaming in ecstasy

Every fiber of my being

is in love with you

Your effulgence

has lit a fire in my heart

for me

the earth and sky

My arrow of love

has arrived at the target

I am in the house of mercy

and my heart

is a place of prayer

 

 

 


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Post by Angel » Sun Dec 07, 2014 8:39 pm

 

Looking For Your Face

From the beginning of my life

I have been looking for your face

but today I have seen it

Today I have seen

the charm, the beauty,

the unfathomable grace

of the face

that I was looking for

Today I have found you

and those who laughed

and scorned me yesterday

are sorry that they were not looking

as I did

I am bewildered by the magnificence

of your beauty

and wish to see you

with a hundred eyes

My heart has burned with passion

and has searched forever

for this wondrous beauty

that I now behold

I am ashamed

to call this love human

and afraid of God

to call it divine

Your fragrant breath

like the morning breeze

has come to the stillness of the garden

You have breathed new life into me

I have become your sunshine

and also your shadow

My soul is screaming in ecstasy

Every fiber of my being

is in love with you

Your effulgence

has lit a fire in my heart

for me

the earth and sky

My arrow of love

has arrived at the target

I am in the house of mercy

and my heart

is a place of prayer

 

Who wrote this beautiful poem?


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Post by Angel » Sun Dec 07, 2014 9:16 pm

Who wrote this beautiful poem?

Rumi. 


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Post by Angel » Tue Dec 09, 2014 3:18 pm

Rumi. 

Thank you, dear Angel. Just beautiful. Simple and deep, which means real poetry.


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