Best Una Poems
This world of trouble soon will pass
For there beyond the crystal glass
A lamb and lion tread the grass
Beside a lass, beside a lass
This cord of present time shall break
And hate and fear shall flee and quake
Oh, may all vice this earth forsake!
And love awake! And love awake!
Oh, see him walk 'neath mighty trees!
The king of beasts; what strength and ease!
Yet now content this lass to please
Her hand to tease, her hand to tease
Behold! A pleasant form and face!
The child of beauty crowned with grace!
Fair Una treads at even pace
A better place, a better place
~ The form is Monotetra~
~Based on the painting 'Una and the Lion' by Briton Riviere.
Der Sommer wie er einst war,
bleibt unvergessen
und zwischen Rosenranken
ruht ein Hauch vergang'ner Tage,
wie leichter Tau
auf stillem Morgengras
Der Sommer wie er einst war,
ich ungezwungen,
wir Kinder,
zwischen Häuserecken
und dem fernen Wald,
spielten dort Nachlauf
und Verstecken
Ich seh' den Sommer wie er war,
mit neuen Augen.
Und wieder steh' ich dort,
wo ich einst stand
und sehe uns
im Licht vergang'ner Tage
und laufen noch ein Stückchen
Hand in Hand
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Summer like it once was,
still remains unforgotten
and between rose tendrils
rests a breath of bygone days,
like those light dew
on quiet morning grass.
Summer like it once was,
I myself free,
we children,
between house corners
and the distant woods,
chased each other
and played hide-and-seek
I see that summer as it once was
with new eyes.
And there again I stand,
where I once stood
and see us
in the light of bygone days
and walk a short time
hand in hand
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El verano como era una vez,
todavía permanece inolvidado
y entre zarcillos de rosas
reposa un soplo de días pasados,
como ligero rocío
sobre silenciosa hierba de la mañana
El verano como era una vez,
Yo mismo libero,
nosotros niños,
entre esquinas de las casas
y bosques distantes,
perseguiendo uno al otro
y jugamos escondite
Yo veo ese verano cuando era una vez
con nuevos ojos.
Y de nuevo estoy allí,
donde una vez estuve,
y yo ver nos
en la luz de días pasados
y caminamos poco tiempo
con la mano en la mano
We walk the rocky shore and you lean heavily on me,
Mother, bruising my balky arm -- muttering "Ay, Hijo!".
A few steps and, breathless, we are both exhausted.
Your once-brown eyes, gone gray, are like
concentric rings rippling from a random stone
thrown into this polluted pond in winter.
Cataracts cloud your lenses; they have a ruptured look --
purple, jellied -- like the eyes of a dead fish which I poke,
perversely fascinated. It is puffed and rotten.
Your eyes are puffed, too, red-rimmed,
moist with tears that brim over
though you try to blink them back.
That you love me and I you,
and that we wish to extend
our time together, is clear.
As clear as the fetid water in the pond,
as clear as my conscience when I drop you
at the Home, having invented a meeting,
to which I must hastily fly.
Walking in the meadow of life on that summer day
Where she always loved to be at Una walked along the steady stream
As she picked up the white Lilly flower and put upon her hair of gold (princess of love)
And the daughter of a dander king
Una suddenly turned her head to the old orchard tree and begun to sing roman lullabies of joy
With tears of affection shed for the god who lives above the skies
At that moment she gazed back to the stream
And there the lion stood so tall just like a king eyes wide looked to una
As she went toward the mighty lion he went to her and utter'd thee words
I am a creature of pride with nothing to hide I am pure of heart true of courage with a mask of savage a mane gold as our hearts-
She became very happy and intrigued
As she laid her gentle hands on upon the lion she spoke these words
-I love thee lion and by sun and moon I love thee freely as men strive for right;
I love thee purely in my old griefs and childhood's faith
There a tiny lamb appears right next to her and the lion
So small and graceful like a gift from god above
The tiny lamb followed them further into the enchanted meadow sky as crystal blue and the wind is calm they drifted off strung into the world
To bring new love joy and courage to the world and spread good faith
www.illusionsgallery.com/Una-Lion.html
There once was a shopkeeper called Una,
Whose bottom was getting rather lunar.
‘If fishing’s good for health,
‘I’ll reel tins from the shelf,’
She said as she caught a can of tuna.
Del asiento se miraban;
Ella, con su abanico
Hacia Él comunicaba:
"Serás mi caballerito..."
Se entralazan y caminan;
El "paseo" finaliza,
De frente ambos saludan,
Reverencias realizan...
Ya comenzará el baile;
Él le toma la cintura,
La dama toma la mano;
Danzan al son de cultura...
Se mueven libres "al compás",
Dan vueltas por el teatro...
Se finaliza la danza
Y juntos van al asiento.
*Colaborativo con P.A.H.D.*
Una or Death, Life : 42, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Una ou la mort, la vie : 42 by T. Wignesan
To love words is to love life itself
As early as when he could speak, he understood this
Each vowel took on the form of a fruit
And he a little peasant from his days at school
What he learned was how to savour their meanings
He recalls the taste of grey figs
Milk curds smelling sweet, the whirl
Of Latin words enveloped by pebbly voices
Poetry (as they used to say) that he recited
At the age of seven with catechistic fervour
His heart swollen with love ever since he started breathing
The rhythm of men even higher than the mountains.
* According to Anne-Sophie Constant, Una ou la mort, la vie (first book in Livre de l’homme et de la femme, just as the other two books in the trilogy : Duel and L’Autre, all in twelve lines), the poems are untitled, but numbered.
(Una ou la mort, la vie, O. C. t. II, p. 753)
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Una or Death, Life: 43, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel's Una ou la mort, la vie: 43 by T. Wignesan
As they used to say and keep saying still
Nobody ever takes poetry seriously
They would like to say that after a long life
You have provided us always with verse so pretty
Others laugh in the deep of their caverns
While he’s outside knowing well that in broad daylight
The most beautiful songs are of no importance
Simple and massive like an air-vent on the horizon
Blue over blue (not to see this colour play of the blind)
He cultivates his solitude in the midst
Of that crowd and of which he’s a part detaching himself
Like a mountain through which the surrounding lowlands
breathe.
* According to Anne-Sophie Constant, Una ou la mort, la vie (first book in Livre de l’homme et de la femme, just as the other two books in the trilogy : Duel and L’Autre, all in twelve lines), the poems are untitled, but numbered.
(Una ou la mort, la vie, O. C. t. II, p. 754)
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Temblando al borde de la locura
Tratando de encontrar un centro de gravedad
Cortando mi circulación para hacer esta declaración
sobre mi habilidad natural como reina nacida
a caminar con tanta fabulosidad.
Aunque este vestido es una monstruosidad,
mi cabello es una curiosidad,
hay mucho acerca de este alto paso que no anticipé.
Por ejemplo cómo el balanceo de mis caderas
contrarresta el movimiento de mis dedos.
¿Quién sabía que habría tal orquestación?
Un cuerpo en concierto: ¡una ovación de pie!
Y cada paso otro encore,
Gritando delirantemente: "¡Más! ¡Más! ¡Más!"
Y de repente, el mundo es nuevo.
Nunca lo he visto desde este punto de vista.
Me sorprende la diferencia que unas pulgadas pueden hacer
para cambiar la realidad que ahora crea yo
Y aunque mis pies están apretados como tocones
en estas bombas de tacón de aguja de seis pulgadas,
un testimonio que debo profesar;
Qué maravilloso es ser
un muchacho en un vestido.
Una or Death, Life : 1, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Una ou la mort, la vie by T. Wignesan
Sometimes he wonders what good a poem can be
Of course in his case doubting is blasphemy
An absurd benumbing of life
In truth, what good can a poem serve
Where all the overpopulated deaf people despite noises
Make believe that they listen in to him
The only thing which matters is the heart beating against
The ear-drums and becomes the organ of hearing
The heart which spreads in a stellar network
The beat maintained in the finest capillaries
Infinitely infinitesimally
The ubiquitous unit of life : Poetry.
* According to Anne-Sophie Constant, Una ou la mort, la vie (first book in Livre de l’homme et de la femme, just as the other two books in the trilogy : Duel and L’Autre, all in twelve lines), the poems are untitled, but numbered.
(Una ou la mort, la vie, O. C. t. II, p. 733)
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Camino éstas calles en silencio de adiós.
Al fondo el mar es frio y solemne la hora.
La plaza está triste y muy solitaria
Siempre lo mismo en la portada de un diario:
asaltos, secuestros, muertes y corrupción.
Camino éstas calles en silencio de adiós.
Veo puertas lúgubres y destartaladas.
Amargos los vuelos entre palomas grises.
Al fondo el mar es frio y solemne la hora.
Aquí marca el destino su paso atroz.
Ya sueñan gatos y perros otros espacios.
La plaza está triste y muy solitaria
Nang unang nagtagpo
Ngumiti ang araw
Napawi ang basa at malumbay na puso
'Di na ininda ang hapdi ng kinahapunan
Nagtawanan ang bawat kaluluwa
Umiyak ang mga damdamin
Nagsalo sa init at lamig
Nabusog ang puso
Sa gulo may kaayusan
Sa gulo may kaayusan?
Isang malaking tanong
Isang tanong unti lamang ang may sagot
Ilang unos ang dumaan
Damdaming puno na ng nyebe
Ang ihip ng hangin ay mainit, nakakapaso
Liliparin ng isipan ang mga nasabi
Pero pilit itinatago ng puso ang hapdi
'Di maikukubli ang luha
'Di na muli babalik ang ngiti ng araw
Pumikit ka na at humanda sa pagbitaw
Dahil mauulol ang pusong sugatan
Kakain ng bububog at tinik
Makikiusap na parang pulubi ang pagkatao
Ngunit di ka na pakikinggan
Nung unang nagtagpo ngumiti ang araw
Nagyon badya ng ulan na parang halimaw.
ako ang una mong minahal
di mo nga lang napanindigan
di ako ang iyong pinakasalan
dahil sa iba ka bumigay
minahal kita ng lubusan
pagkababae mo'y iginalang
inunawa ka't pinakaingatan
ngunit sa iyo pala iyo'y kulang
balewala sayo ang aking pagpupursige
na alayan ka ng magandang buhay sa huli
hinanap mo ika mo ang iyong sarili
dahilan mo'y sadyang makasarili
hindi ko alam na nakikipagtipan kana
ginawa mo akong sanggago't sangtanga
ngunit inunawa pa rin kita
masakit man ika'y binigyang-laya
wala kana ngayon
nalimot ko na ang kahapon
maaaring bukas, wala na rin ako
ngunit naging bahagi ka pa rin
ng masalimuot na kasaysayan ko. . .
its only been u, trusth me im so glad that u get to read this.
love, trust, respect, and all u need to survive in this world.
i might of been wrong to people but thats how i have made it in this game
i have done all this for u, all u there was no one thing tht i would say no beucase
the way i push and showed u opend ur eyes so fast yea i know im sorry but i knew
tht i wasnt going to make it tht long not the life i was doing.
cheat everything and everyone but at the end you know when the reaper is
following u beaucse u start to see him looking at his sand clock and u just bring up
ur chest and head and rule with force becuase all u got is pass the tourch and pass
away and so.
i love you my daugther even though u know nothing. and ur not named with my last
name its all for ur all own good n safety im a santiago n ur a hernandez so, now u
know im the right one that gaved up my life for u to make a change in this world.
bye- bye hailey irene hernandez.
Von oben ein kalter Mond
Vergießt schon fahl sein weißes Licht
Auf junge Tannenspitzen
Wildschweine graben im Boden
Nach frischen zarten Wurzeln
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A cold moon from above
Spills its white pale light already
Upon young fir tips
Wild pigs are digging the soil
For fresh and tender roots
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De encima una luna fría
Derrame ya su luz pálida y fría
Sobre joven puntas de abetos
Cerdos salvajes cavaron en el suelo
Por raices frescas y tiernas