Long Chasse Poems

Translation of Eric Mottram’s DEER HUNT - la Chasse aux cerfs by T. Wignesan

                    “La civilisation...

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Où allons nous? Translation of Oodgeroo  Noonuccal’s “Where are we going” by T. Wignesan

Ils sont venus dans une petite ville
Une bande à moitié nue soumise silencieuse
Tout ce qui restait de leur tribu.
Ils sont venus...

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"Darling, where have you been, Iv'e missed you so!"
"Oh darling, I'm tewibbly sowwy, I forgot to tell you
Where I went! I hijacked a lowwy; just told him to go
Which he did. Awft to the bushes...

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Blank pages stare back at me 
waiting for my mind to pour 
its' heart out. 

I grab my pen, throw on my 
headphones wait, wait for my 
mind to give my heart words 
that need...

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La Tombe d’arbre – Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s « Tree Grave » by T. Wignesan

Quand-t-il s’était parti, notre défunt,
Au-delà pour le Monde des Ombres,
Pendant que nous poussions des gémissements,
Nous lui avons enrobé dans d’écorce d’arbres,
Et...

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De la croûte à la mie 
Parvient l'essentiel de l'ambroisie;
De la préparation à la fourniture 
Tournoie la belle tournure.

Miettes pêche en poudre, 
Saupoudrées à la surface, 
C'est son coup de foudre
Tout à votre chasse.

Taro, crème,...

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Fleeing nefarious intent
As watched through a spyglass
Running for forest's protection
With fast steps of chasse

Rifle in his hands aimed, ready
Will the quick shot be heard?
What will he do with a body?
Suddenly vision blurred   

How...

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J'ai appris que jamais, les anges ne mentent

Car tout ce qui est faux, emprisonne nos âmes

Loin d'un ciel bien trop haut, dans un destin infame 

Lié au sort mauvais, que la tristesse hante

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The motorcycle rooooooooared~~~~~
Like a ravenous lion 
	Over fresh kill, prancing, charging, pacing
It
	Moved through the hoard
Of migrating tourists, frightening the tamer
	More passive vagabonds
Lumbering
	Forward
		On cruise-control
The nameless helmeted driver
Melded with his machine,
	Head down. Spine arched, 
arms extended on...

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Never ending bombardment
Started an hour prior
To our surprise embarkment
Our lines a bright pyre

The order went and came
Over the top we go
To win the Fuhrer’s fame
Pain we would know

We met them immediately
Tank to tank, hand to...

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