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Understimulated during lockdown, I've decided to once more pursue this half-baked idea I had in 2013 of translating poems from English b...

Thursday, August 13, 2020

I Like It by Eve Elizabeth Moriarty

Why are you asking me what do you want to do? And the answer is always the same.
Wash the list - and perfect teeth, one
To me from my sleep
tester. Payment Code. Leave
each of them is both himself and
none of them will fill the ditch. Fulfill. End hunger;
I say mine is in boxing and do not know what it is
lost it. Clean skin. It is quite necessary. Naked instruction. Number, number
minister. Number of butlers as
of pets. Then break it / take its side. To be your dog.
Radio feared the shattered longing for what we prayed for. We are all injured.
What do you want? More.

Tuesday, August 11, 2020

Skin by Patricia Smith

They call me Skinhead, I have my beauty.
Sweaty knife with letters on the back sweaty
My eyes clearly stray from this way
I sat in my boring meeting box
I sat next to the dwarf with his tired scent
Flour my hair for shaving
How is the weather? Hincala?
They can get blood on the surface of the skin.
That is the responsibility of the righteous
Anointed roads.

My face moving in the mirror was big and rough
Pink petals, apples, pale
I was filled with my own saliva.
Skin cutting machine two years ago
He sucked and held my hand
Knead the root of three fingers.
I felt nothing until I saw myself
I saw one of them on the ground
Next to the heel of my shoe,
I have not worked since.

I was sitting here while Nigger was watching TV
I walk like a king on the sidewalk with my head
Go as their fat mothers call for their freedom.
The teacher is wrong.
So I go out.
My beauty hangs over their heads,
Or at night
With connecting pipe
The barber was trapped in the pavilion.
I was born to do the right things.

Now I can easily cover my big body
They went to a place where nothing would happen
In a huge frame of light
A faucet rose up in my head to let the water out of the barrel.
Your eyes are happy to grow
Round and shiny, like children in a cartoon forest
Another thing they know
Cut yourself, I have that thing
I like to talk, I like to listen, I like to talk
"Hey Nigger, Abe Lincoln is long dead."

It’s hard for me to hear your skin explode.
I was born to do the right things.

Then the boy came out of the newspaper
It was as if I had hit his ass hand a little recklessly
He opened the hole, screaming about it.
This reporter found me lying on the bed
This TV wiped my clean face
Same shame.
I do not have a job, those who have colored gooies soups will have everything.
Why do not I work? Look at my hand, gray.
No, I'm not in an organized group
I am a white man who cares about his people
They are fighting for a clean country.
Sometimes it’s just me. Sometimes three. Sometimes 30.
AIDS takes care of the drums
Then the streets turn white.
Then there will be three million.
I said yes.

Then he wrote this
And I look like an extraordinary
He was like Hitler. I was not very successful
But there is my beauty
These are my steel shoes
Under the weight of my shaved head

I looked in the mirror and raised my broken arm
Only the little finger is stuck,
I know this is not a funny finger
But the same is denied
I was in the perfect race.
My face is pink-shiny.
I am your American son, your son
I'm full of saliva, I'm so good

And I was born

The pain traveled me

Here:

Bankruptcy and Escape by Jack Gilbert

He forgets that Icarus also flew.
The same thing happens when love ends
Or they say the marriage has failed
They know it's wrong
He said it would not work. it is the same
Enough of a better presentation. But everyone
Worth it
Like in the summer at sea
The other side of the island
Love has disappeared from the stars
Nice evening
Anyone can say it will last forever.
I sleep in bed every morning
Kindness as a visit
Antelope stands in the fog in the morning.
I saw you this afternoon
After swimming in the hot stone field
The clear sea and the sky behind
Base that. I keep telling him
Breakfast. how do you know that?
Has the marriage failed? One love
I'm coming back from Provence (I'm Provence)
I said clean, but the food is greasy.
I think Icarus did not fail.
However, the end of the victory came quickly.

Friday, August 7, 2020

[I didn't die] by Emily Dickinson

I didn't die –
He kindly prevented me –
Vehicle height is just us –
And immortal.

We rode slowly – He did not know the way in a hurry.
And save it
My work and hobbies too
For citizenship –

We have children go through battle schools.
At home – At the ring –
We pass through the grain observation field –
We spend the day –

Rather, what happened to us –
Turn off emotions and feelings –
Gossamer only dress –
My Footsteps – Tulle Only –

We stopped at a similar house
Swollen soil –
The ceiling is almost invisible –
Under the eaves –

Since then, they have been for hundreds of years
Feeling shorter than the sun
For the first time I persuaded the words.
Towards forever –

Wednesday, August 5, 2020

Leather by John Donne

Just highlight this skin and mark it here
How can you be so humble to me?
He killed me and he cheated on you.
On this skin our two bloods are mixed;
You know it can't be said
Sin, or shame, or loss of a woman,
    But he was good before his war,
    And it was filled with the same blood, made into two,
    And this, sadly, is more than we can even imagine.

Wait, there are three people sitting on Kumar's skin,
Where it’s almost foreign, it’s bigger than your wedding.
You and I fly this, and here it is
We have a wedding bed and a wedding temple;
Parents complained, and you met,
It covers the living walls of the car.
    Although I was just killing myself,
    Don't do that, commit suicide,
    Holy, three sins of three murders.

Don't be as surprised as you used to be
Wash your nails in innocent blood?
This is the settlement of Kumara's sins.
If not, were you taken?
He is the winner, you are invited to do it
As you can see, I am not weak now;
    It's true; Then they will understand betrayal, it is terrible:
    According to the glory which thou hast given me
    Tired, because losing this solder has taken your life.


No Address by Jane Mead

As is known on earth, the virgin walks.
What is the name of the river that flows through the river?
As its name implies, this river is flowing.

The moon among the trees was a good moon
Quote peace, good peace.
Like a tunnel, years have passed.

Narrow spaces. A bright star that stops.

Madeleine gave me pomegranate seeds.
Betsy gave me some strong tea with sugar.
We are already suffering from fallen fruits.

We have already drunk alcohol and got sick.

I still haven't stopped.
It still hasn't stopped.
The way is. Some people have hands.

As a woman, you fall and walk.
Birth tents are outside.
The way is. Some people have hands.


Sunday, August 2, 2020

Epithalamion in the Range by I.S. Jones


“And when I go to you, my life is whole” - Rainer Maria Rilke

Like a deer wading on streams of water, so my heart longs for you.
how the red flesh and the tenderness of my heart affect your Name.

I take a whip of the days, I see a whip of branches and a net,
Bleach cleans the forest from waterfalls.

Before the ceremony, church poems sang the language of the family.
Every animal I killed became a witness

fill all chairs with the parts they fit together. I'm almost mad
Father, reach out my hand, guide me to your fire.

You know, and they've worn me out terribly.
You are the pain of my blood.

Yours truly is the portion of my lungs.
Don’t forget my lacy eyes and I will always destroy you.

Find our Father, in the church wheat and the sun.
Before that I was a disciple, a wife, a caretaker of the perfect name.

My body is just a killing machine. Treat me like me
and I will follow you. Oh, how can I see that it is possible in your fire.