Best Translating Poems

Translating a poem

Means inhaling the essence 

Of its verses

And 

Then exhaling the aroma of

Its very soul! 









© Demetrios Trifiatis
    02 February 2020...

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did i make it all up
inside my head, again?
did i write my own book 
instead of following
the greater plan?
should i have walked
towards the future?
heaven knows, i ran.
destiny plays her tricks
on me. i want to believe
my mind perceives
reality as it is.
disenchanted with
the actuality of existence.
jaded from...

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not through the tongue and its wind-spray
or the booming chest

but a soul moved by broken wings,
the whispers of ruined things
crushed by a cosmic tongue

here is a sparrow corpse
this is his poetry
catacombs of grubs
a wing bent stiffly up
the other
pounded into utterance

Rumi's spirit is riddled by flesh
it...

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    ‘Turbulent Tulips’ 
     cannot be translated to Vietnamese
 
     Neither can
       ~ ‘Peripatetic Peonies’
...

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Grow me some gourds and I will carve my drum and bead my shakers; mimicking Gaia’s heartbeat, 
I will envision a new world.

A cedar and maple and I’ll build my guitar to sing, 
sweet-scented harmonies.

Bamboo and I will carve my didgeridoo with healing, 
light-song.

Teak and...

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you wrote the book
the sewasons changed
you were neglected disrespect affected
and everything changed as life went on

you grew old
and became what you are now
reckless
hazardous
one line per stanza

each longwinded
borting epic into one line
translated for dummies

thousands of voices condensed to one

and the games have just begun
the title wave
the...

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All reciprocal love
        it's not the same ...

       Feeling love,
       if you can ... not
       if you can is to...

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not through the tongue and its wind-spray
or the booming chest
but through broken wings
whispers of ruined things
crushed
into a wordless tongue

here is a sparrow corpse
this is his poetry
catacombs of grubs
a wing bent stiffly up
the other
pounded into utterance
spirit riddled by flesh
blown through
a blare of broken lungs
not salted
on the...

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Someday I will know what courses my brain,
like going far, from car seat to car door,
and wondering if I needed a cane,
as I sit and wait, and guess a bit more.
              ...

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.LOVE

 I Love you !
this is wonderful...!
you love me...
this is a wondrous,
it's peaceful...!


REALITY

I'm what i
look...
not well-natured
silly... playful...
that's me... but
not a toy...!


CUTS

I prefer
be cut
for knives,
than for bitter
words......

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