Mi amor descubre objetos


mi amor descubre objetos
sedosas mariposas
se ocultan en sus dedos

sus palabras
me salpican de estrellas

bajo los dedos de mi amor la noche
brilla como relámpago

mi amor inventa mundos en que habitan
serpientes cuajadas de brillantes

mundos en que la música es el mundo
mundos en que las casas con los ojos abiertos
contemplan el amanecer

mi amor es un loco girasol que olvida
pedazos de sol en el silencio

Isabel Fraire


En Englesias (In English)

My Love Reveals Objects


my love reveals objects
silken butterflies
concealed in his fingers

his words
splash me with stars

night shines like lightning
under the fingers of my love

my love invents worlds where
jeweled glittering serpents live

worlds where music is the world

worlds where houses with open eyes
contemplate the dawn

my love is a mad sunflower that forgets
fragments of sun in the silence

Encore...de Victor Hugo

"Puisque j'ai mis ma lèvre à ta coupe encor pleine"
(Recueil : Les chants du crépuscule)

Puisque j'ai mis ma lèvre à ta coupe encor pleine ;
Puisque j'ai dans tes mains posé mon front pâli ;
Puisque j'ai respiré parfois la douce haleine
De ton âme, parfum dans l'ombre enseveli ;

Puisqu'il me fut donné de t'entendre me dire
Les mots où se répand le coeur mystérieux ;
Puisque j'ai vu pleurer, puisque j'ai vu sourire
Ta bouche sur ma bouche et tes yeux sur mes yeux ;

Puisque j'ai vu briller sur ma tête ravie
Un rayon de ton astre, hélas ! voilé toujours ;
Puisque j'ai vu tomber dans l'onde de ma vie
Une feuille de rose arrachée à tes jours ;

Je puis maintenant dire aux rapides années :
- Passez ! passez toujours ! je n'ai plus à vieillir !
Allez-vous-en avec vos fleurs toutes fanées ;
J'ai dans l'âme une fleur que nul ne peut cueillir !

Votre aile en le heurtant ne fera rien répandre
Du vase où je m'abreuve et que j'ai bien rempli.
Mon âme a plus de feu que vous n'avez de cendre !
Mon coeur a plus d'amour que vous n'avez d'oubli !


translation:

MORE STRONG THAN TIME

("Puisque j'ai mis ma levre a ta coupe encor pleine.")
[XXV., Jan. 1, 1835.]

VICTOR HUGO.

Since I have set my lips to your full cup, my sweet,
Since I my pallid face between your hands have laid,
Since I have known your soul, and all the bloom of it,
And all the perfume rare, now buried in the shade;

Since it was given to me to hear one happy while,
The words wherein your heart spoke all its mysteries,
Since I have seen you weep, and since I have seen you smile,
Your lips upon my lips, and your eyes upon my eyes;

Since I have known above my forehead glance and gleam,
A ray, a single ray, of your star, veiled always,
Since I have felt the fall, upon my lifetime's stream,
Of one rose petal plucked from the roses of your days;

I now am bold to say to the swift changing hours,
Pass, pass upon your way, for I grow never old,
Fleet to the dark abysm with all your fading flowers,
One rose that none may pluck, within my heart I hold.

Your flying wings may smite, but they can never spill
The cup fulfilled of love, from which my lips are wet;
My heart has far more fire than you have frost to chill,
My soul more love than you can make my soul forget.

Translated by A. Lang

EXCELLENT AG

From Les chants du crepuscule (1849)
"Songs of twilight"
by Victor Hugo

Soyez comme l'oiseau...

Soyez comme l'oiseau, posé pour un instant
Sur des rameaux trop frêles,
Qui sent ployer la branche et qui chante pourtant,
Sachant qu'il a des- ailes !

translation:

Be like the bird, poised for an instant
On too delicate branches,
Who feels a deep flex and sings regardless
Knowing that he has wings!

-s1owhand

s1ow


thank you sassy




ahhhhhh

Love Sonnet XI
by Pablo Neruda

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

And I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

AWESOME ArtGurl,

YOSANO AKIKO
translated by Kenneth Rexroth

Koto no ne ni
Kyosho no oto no
Uchi majiru
Kono ayashisa mo
Mune no hibiki zo

Amidst the notes
Of my koto is another
Deep mysterious tone,
A sound that comes from
Within my own breast.

***

Ima koko ni
Kaerimi sureba
Waga nasake
Yami o osorenu
Meshii ni nitari

Come at last to this point
I look back on my passion
And realize that I
Have been like a blind man
Who is unafraid of the dark.

***

Take-gami ni
Muro mutsumaji no
Yuri no kaori
Kie o ayabumi
Yo no toki-iro yo

Hair unbound, in this
Hothouse of lovemaking,
Perfumed with lilies,
I dread the oncoming of
The pale rose of the end of night.

***

Konjiki no
Chiisaki tori no
Katachi ****e
Icho chiru nari
Oka no yuhi ni

Like tiny golden
Birds the ginko leaves scatter
From the tree on the
Hill in the sunset glow.

***


Michi o iwazu
Nochi o omowazu
Na o towazu
Koko ni koi kou
Kimi to ware miru

Not speaking of the way,
Not thinking of what comes after,
Not questioning name or fame,
Here, loving love,
You and I look at each other.

***

Ara iso ni
Tada hito-me mishi
Shiroki tori
Hatsu koi no kimi
Waga yume wa kore

Once, far over the breakers,
I caught a glimpse
Of a white bird
And fell in love
With this dream which obsesses me.

ooh these are yummy s1ow

Reading some japanese poems lately...
There is something about
Their economy and rhythm
Which I find
Enchanting

Enchanting indeed

WIND ON THE ISLAND
By Pablo Neruda (translation by Donald D. Walsh)

The wind is a horse:
hear how he runs
through the sea, through the sky.

He wants to take me: listen
how he roves the world
to take me far away.

Hide me in your arms
just for this night,
while the rain breaks
against sea and earth
its innumerable mouth.

Listen how the wind
calls to me galloping
to take me far away.

With your brow on my brow,
with your mouth on my mouth,
our bodies tied
to the love that consumes us,
let the wind pass
and not take me away.

Let the wind rush
crowned with foam,
let it call to me and seek me
galloping in the shadow,
while I, sunk
beneath your big eyes,
just for this night
shall rest, my love.

IF YOU FORGET ME
by Pablo Neruda (translated by Donald D. Walsh)

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now.
if litle by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

Some animals there are with eyes so strong
they have no fear of sunlight; others, though,
because they can't exist in such bright light,
don't venture forth until the dusk arrives;

and others still, imbued with mad desire,
plunge toward the fire to enjoy its gleam,
and come upon a force that burns them up;
alas, it seems that I am of this species.

For I lack strength to gaze straight at the light
this lady radiates, and lack the sense
to shield myself in shadows and late hours;

therefore despite my weak and tearful eyes,
my destiny leads me to seek and see her,
drawn to the thing that I know will consume me.

-Francesco Petrarca
translated by David Young

I wouldn't mind being consumed

If you want to cry,
and still smile,
If you want to rant,
and are still polite,
If you want to go away,
and you are still here,
If all that happens to you,
you are fine.

Satan says:

"your souls are my dry pine needles,
you will all burn, a little, before
i am done with you..."

I love you Invisible