Long Carlos Poems

III.
Then he did say; 
"And all of the power
of all of the prayers
of all of the dreams
of all of the people
who suffered and died that forgotten day,
are now contained in the very sword you carry
at...

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A notice appeared in the paper recently with the names and faces of eight men who have a combined wealth of $426 billion. According to Oxfam International, in 2015 this would have equaled the amount...

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Metaphor of outrage, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : Metafora del desafuero

			                    ( In celebration of...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s TWENTYEIGHTH LEGAL (Part One) by T. Wignesan
 
N.B. If any one is interested in reading the continuation of the extracts of letters that Eric Mottram wrote from America during 1965-66 to...

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Cry Wolf

Searchingly,
I peered into your sky painted eyes
without fully understanding what I might find,
but finding that which I might never fully understand.
And now,
My heart is adrift,
like flotsam ,hopelessly adrift.
And the wind that blows is cold,
and...

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“The songs are casual and careless in a satisfying way, like the used condom your latest lover left lying on your bedroom floor, a souvenir you’re not yet ready to dispose of.” Candy Cotton, Modern...

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To a perfectly perfect stranger
met on a time on the river bank
I asked a simple question,
“How should I live my life 
and live life to the full?”
He smiled at me, His eyes dark, wise and...

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The Caves of Jupiter
 Part   II.
But each one who layed with King Daeth also multiplied
the need of the king,
and King Daeth did say unto his physician,
the same who was blinded by the kings...

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(To the Spartan Queen) 

Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra via
Mi inoltrai in una selva oscura
  
‘They drive horses down this hill’ 
She said, 
‘They take them to drink down there, that pool, there’ 
She...

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Alfredo always abhorred angry approaches
After an amigo accosted after an argument
And, afterward, Alfredo abstained arguing,

Because blackening bruises betrayed blather
Berniccio blindly behaved better, bravely
Becoming brotherly before blasting bullies!

Carefully commandeering calmer Carlos,
Claiming cool comradeship courageously
Communicated clever candid...

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The Poet’s Task, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : La Labor del Poeta

				To Vicente Aleixandre

(It might be worth bearing in mind, while reading this poem, that Vicente Aleixandre was severely handicapped by illness from an...

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Some things are royal
others so prosaic

and then there's everything else

You bring your own biases to the choice

BUT the question then arises:

do these (even these)

belong to you?

It's Your day
Your life
Your breath

(cratered between small clumps
of sunrise and...

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A New View, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : La nueva mirada

(My own view of Carlos Bousono stems from a full academic year – from the beginning of September 1970 to the end of May-June...

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THE TIME LORDS

When the Old Wise Maker made Adam from wood and clay.
He cast him in to fire of la vida
And dried him in the sun as he lay
Charging no man!
 No penny from him...

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Carlos Bousono’s poem : Recordando a pastora imperio

                         for Damaso Alonso

(Poem...

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The Question, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : La Cuestion

				« …Oh ! God, Oh ! Centre »*

		for Vicente Puchol

(* Note by the editor, Alejandro D. Amusco, attesting that the above quotation was not included in...

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In the eye of the hurricane, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : En el ojo del hurracan

(Ninth in the collection : Metafora del Desafuero, published – according to the editor, Alejandro 
Duque Amusco – not...

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The Error, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : El Error

				for Miguel Delibes

(There are just some words and phrases in this translation that I might yet want to modify or substitute with other alternative phrasing. T....

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Elegy on the Death of Vicente Aleixandre, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : Elegia en la muerte de Vicente Aleixandre

(Born in 1923, Carlos Bousono, a renowned prize-winning Spanish poet and eminent theoretician on the aesthetics...

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Irene....My Mother and I.

I cannot believe I am her daughter!
She always dressed in the very best taste.
Very little jewelry, conservative
dresses, no slacks, are you kidding?
A white-gloved perfect lady,she.

Hats she wore yes, exquisite ones.
Never a babushka...

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MINHA ALMA CHORA AO VER O MUNDO
* Jc Pereira
Olho o mundo,
Minha alma chora,
Um negro futuro,
É  mostra, o que se espera?

Nossas crianças morrendo,
Chuvas de bombas derramadas,
Quer na Síria, Gaza ou Líbano,
Elas são chacinadas.

A mulher desvalorizada,
sofre...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY - LXXXII

    for Carlos Bousoño, the eminent Spanish critic, poet and professor
           who maintained that if...

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In pieces,
A moment of resurrection,
From the empty grave
A cradle 
Where chained in silent reverie
Lies my pride with my past.
Fatherhood lends grounding
An understanding of purpose
Like an oak
Grows older
Sinks deeper into the earth
Becomes one with it
And is...

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Baila, baila,
querida, tu corazón baila,
tu pelo baila,
tus ojos bailan,
y yo, cerca de ti,
yo te tengo en mis brazos,
querida,
con tu olor de naranjas y  miel.
La música es nuestra,
baila, baila,
el rítmo nos lleva
con sus brazos de...

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Analysed

In pieces,
A broken mirror
Splinters of reflection leering at the sky,
Dry and lifeless,
Gasping, drowning in a dingy flood
A river, a tempest, a storm
Forlorn.

'You are the fragile one' she told me,
you smiled and clutched my hand.
'You are...

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