Long Devant Poems

Translation of the Elegy: On Marceline Desbordes-Valmore - À L'amour - Poem by Marcel Moreau Translated by T. Wignesan

Reprends de ce bouquet les trompeuses couleurs,      (Take back the dubious colours...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s Courbet: Elegy 8 by T. Wignesan

Blanches oeuvres ouvertes
résident dans les jours
la surface du banc de travail est noire
les géraniums-lierres
les fougères et les adragans
accumulent leurs oeuvres et jours:
La toile noire de Courbet
un...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s TIME SIGHT UNSEEN, Part One by T. Wignesan

"Instead of an item in a school of rhetoric, the poem could have variety of articulations, continuity and discontinuity, sentence and parataxis, and an...

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Translation of « On est les oubliés » (They/We are the neglected and forgotten lot)
by the songster-poet Gauvin SERS
(For the last two years, this young unassuming Frenchman, full of verve and disarming airs has been...

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Translation of Marcel Moreau's " A Paris " by T. Wignesan

IN PARIS

Paris bores me no end without you
My heart weighted down with melancholia
The spleen given over to asthenia
Empties its own sense of loss on to...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s KRIM: AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY TO SEPTEMBER 1989 - II by T. Wignesan

( This poem is from the collection, ESTUARIES: Poems 1989-91. Twickenham: Solaris, 1992, 62p. Pub. by Yasmin and Peterjon Skelt. Back...

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Translation of " Those were the Days, My Friend " by T. Wignesan

Ces jours éloignés que nous avions partagés, Mon Ami

(A re-make of an earlier Russian song, produced by Paul McCartenay and sung by
 Mary...

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Translation of Roberta Flack's Killing Me Softly with his Song by T Wignesan

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kgl-VRdXr7I


Refrain :

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my...

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Trees, big or small, soothe poets,
Big or small, they are advisors, artists
Who soothe the storms of the lonely souls,
They stand out like magicians
Before the subtle skies,

Trees soothe poets, big or small,
They retain birds and their...

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I write only for you,
Not for the king, so smart,
Not for Paris,
Not for the mirrors of the sky,
I only write for you.

I do not write for the abbot
Who weeps before God,
I don’t write for the...

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Ce sont de grosse perles tombées à l'envi du paradis,
Grain à grain, plus luisantes que tout superbe satin.
Leur fraîcheur et délicatesse proviennent du séraphin,
Qui dit: jamais ses qualités ne deviendront ni taries ni décaties.
Tant qu'il...

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These people, they’re not worth much,
They think they are more liquid than water,
They shine before those who envy them,
They wear beautiful expensive watches,
These people think they’re better than God,
Better Than hedgehogs, seagulls, trees,
But they don’t...

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Standing up on this polished stone as
A bard once upon a time
In the utopian monarchy of my lonely thought
Sharping up the plight for its prime.
As an apostate of vice
On the face of the last dime,
Announcing...

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Priére de Remerciements

        Merci à lá vie pour être
        pleine de lutte et de joi
      ...

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Sommeil, vient à vous que vous fermez vos yeux. 
Dérive dans les profondeurs de votre esprit. 
Flottant dans de nombreux endroits. 
Toucher sur aucun. 

Soudain, je suis devant vous. 
Comme, je marche vers vous, 
vos...

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Aux lacs italiens

 
         Douce l'italie, ca n'est pas moi qui raillerai jamais tes
amants, méme quand la passion les emportant Bien au contraire,
les exces m'enchantent. Je me...

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Le Passé  - Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s « The Past » by T. Wignesan

Que personne ne le dise: le passé est mort.
Le passé nous entoure et aussi là-dedans.
Hanté par le souvenir de la tribu,...

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Wretched is the man, who has not seen the sea, of day
Who has not heard the seagulls cry above the waves,
Who did not walk long hours to think, or dream
Who has not seen the ships...

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63        The noises of Paris


There comes an age and wisdom,
When it is more interesting 
To listen to Shostakovich’s symphony number five,
Than to be interested in the noises of...

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SPRING SONATA

1,)Lovely of  lovely
Lovely lovelies...
flower so deserving

purple roses, yellow lilies
comes before me such beauties
plant deliveries tulips
this is so much
Lovely of  lovely
Lovely lovelies...
flower so deserving
spring sonata

(French version of 1)
Charmant de charmant
Belles beautés ...
fleur si...

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Devrais-je feindre l'ignorance pour cacher mes sentiments, 
Ou devrais-je vraiment m'en soucier, incapable de feindre? 
Tant de courage pour affronter l'inconnu, 
Pourtant muet devant elle, le cœur en peine.

Qui est-elle, demandez-vous, avec ce sourire éclatant,...

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That one, who understood that the flowers,
were the most beautiful thing in the world, 
gather before roses, orchids
This one, understood everything, and loved.

The flowers and their heavenly perfumes,
Make him forget sorrows of love,
Forget hours spent...

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Ballet for Vowels

No eyes watch the vowel’s ballet
A masquerade dance for a, e, o or u
Graceful jettes, a happy heart chasses
To celebrate words for entrechat tendu.

Devant at the door an outcast of pas de deux
Begs...

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Merry Christmas, my poet friends
Nicaraguans or Spanish
May God love you tomorrow,
That cats purr in front of the tree,
American or Iranian, Portuguese
That Santa drops off gifts
In your shoes or socks,
Make a good meal of foie gras
Grilled...

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64      I see the ocean

“I see the ocean”
Who can say that every morning?
Who can say “the boats are not gone.”
Even the sea knows my secrets,
“I’m tired of men”,  “I...

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