Long Plunderer Poems

 Translation of Eric Mottram’s HOMAGE TO PAUL ELUARD by T. Wignesan

(Note: Here, I retain EM’s translations into English from Paul Eluard’s poems and his source language quotations from “this vital spirits…” onwards, for, according...

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After: "Letter of Mithridates to Phraates, King of Parthia"
Historiae VI by Sallust 
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I am a man more poisoned against than poisoning.
 That’s my version anyhow, and I’m sticking to it.
Don’t blame me for having survived...

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Lamenting for the loss of words                             ...

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BLACK,RED and GOLD

Location---SOMEWHERE IN KÖNIGSBERG 1945 APRIL 9
Scene---A Dying German Agent/A Soldier`s thoughts/reflections just before death 

On this periphery of life
Let blue jeans of my ice blonde Brenda wear me to marry with death
Fire will...

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You make me love you to death, in the depths where light refracts,
In the labyrinths of the night, you are the whirlpool that tightens its grasp.
No mercy you have, oh cruel fate, you shorten the...

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Recalled that you emerge from the womb of your mother land,
Reared up by that mother land,
Now calling that land mad, 
Admiring the land of abroad,
Are you really a progeny of your mother land?
Calling your mother...

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The politician sleeks up a path in his new limousine
on a hunt a hunt for our votes...opens the door
money exchanges hands... i will see your voters.....
village come the next general elections..Vrooms out...

Such is the fate...

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Had a plunderer I, nay thither I thus,
how much life is wasted off as if fairly,
pace upon pace once more pace upon pace never odds,
this occasions a bliss is hither, a bliss is folly,
how I...

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Guard your heart closely through all your seasons,                     
Open wounds he’ll find to borrow within,
He’ll...

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Shame has no fancy stroking
I write this tale with a bleeding pen and choking heart
For the character is a braggadocio person
A villain who wore his blinders like flamboyant apparel
Wouldn’t see the truth
It hurt his jaundiced...

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Findlater Castle overlooks the Moray Firth
In Scotland's north, situated on a quartz perch
Norse named, fyn leitr
The white cliff, for King Alexander
 
1246 historical note
In the books of the past
Historians quote
 
Built to deter an attack...

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Through windstorms, across scorching sands
you limped and crawled, you cried and begged
as a weakened friend for food and drink;

So in my tent for days we dined
and drank and sang to health and life
but then I...

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Just my pink frost I have shown you
Just the buds of my orchard
You are browsing the book madly
I wonder what you would do
When the gardenias 
Bloom before your eyes

Oven over your ice
Slice by slice
The joyous...

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