Long Porte Poems

Mama – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « Mum » by T. Wignesan

Kevin Gilbert (July 10, 1933 – April 1, 1993) - father of Irish-English ancestry, mother an aboriginal from New South Wales - was orphaned...

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A Soulful Cry of Anguish against Fate

(“The Tale of the Lonely Ghost”, a film (2013) by ANUP SINGH - who collaborated on the screenplay as well, an Indian, a Sikh born in Dar-es-Salaam but settled...

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Translation of Marcel Moreau's " Je t'écris " by T. Wignesan

I WRITE TO YOU

I choose green ink to write to you
For Love does not prescribe any one hue
In the hope you might take shape
When desire...

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Le Rat Noir – Translation of Iris Clayton’s « The Black Rat » by T. Wignesan

(Iris Clayton of the Wiradjuri tribe in New South Wales was born in 1945. One of nine children, six of...

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I have no friends left, 
In this town,
Will you be my friend?
You, the little Prince
Living On the planet B 612?

Will you be my friend?
The robin
Gracefully singing
When I Walk?

I have no friend,
Will you be my friend?
You,...

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Early days as a flaneur;
I recall the couple 
On the Metro
When I was still innocent 
Of its labyrinthine complexities;
Slim pretty white girl,
Clad head to toe 
In new blue denim, 
Wistfully smiling
While her muscular black beau...

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The reverberating sounds of the Drums and the sweet melodies
The wavering movements of the tree suggest that they enjoy the rhythm that they hear
Tipis and feathers creating an artistic view of cultural connotation
Men and women...

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SHE IS A SINGER
THAT YOU LACK
 THE INTELLGENCE OF KNOWING!
WHO IS THIS, HE SAID: SPEAKING
 OF THE PERSON
WHO HAS BEEN CALLING
 EACH DAY. tHAN THE VOICE SAID
"I WILL TELL YOU WHAT
 YOU NEED TO KNOW",...

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...my paris begins with those early days as as a conscious flaneur I recall the couple seated opposite me on the metro when i was still innocent of its labyrinthine complexity slim pretty white girl...

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my paris begins with 
those early days 
as a conscious flaneur 
i recall the couple 
seated opposite me 
on the metro 
when i was still innocent 
of its labyrinthine complexity 
slim pretty white girl 
clad...

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Poème poète égyptien : Abdel Latif Moubarak

Traduction: Nuran Hourani

Toi;

Votre terre;

Te jette.

sur l'aile d'un poème; tu repose

Peut etre ; ne pas égarer  de vous laisser tomber ...

Pays;  sur la porte de l'enfer même si...

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Tempos difíceis

Nestes tempos difíceis 
de quadras de ventura e de paragem, 
forma-se a pessoa de contrastes,
— perfeita tradução moral da persistência!
 
Desperta para a vida envolvida em ações
Aprestou-se, bem cedo, para a luta.
E a natureza...

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Sweet breeze of memory come blow the dust of time, thats settled in the conscience of a
sleeping mind,
awaken long lost dreams, that fell along the way, scattered are the ashes, of the life I
threw away,
send...

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Proud people of the Haitian Ile,
Stand firm with head held high.
Though days may last for a while,
The world has begun to hear your cry.

Le monde ecoute les voix criant;
On voit et meme se sent votre...

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Tempo de persistir

Nestes tempos difíceis 
Com aparências que se contrabatem, 
Forma-se uma batalhadora 
que ostenta o porte 
perenemente exausto... 
perenemente audacioso e forte!

Esse é o novo tempo!
Tempo para despertar
para a vida envolvida em ações
AH! Prova...

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Yo vengo todo el camino a Mexico'.
Para, ver el mundo..
Para, ver las cosas Diferentes.
Ahora al rato.
Yo si me tiempo viene.
Para, ver el mundo.
Para sober que el.
Prtaisa esta terinado.

Adios amigos'...
Adios amigos'...
Adios amigos'...
Adios amigos'...

Yo se mundo este...

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Je suis fier/fière – Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s “I am Proud” by T. Wignesan

Je me trouve noir de peau parmi les blancs
Et je suis fier.
Fier de ma race et fier de la couleur de ma...

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C’est derrière moi
 

j’aurais pu 
être plus gentille
possiblement
j’aurais pu
réagir avec plus de délicatesse

j’aurais pu
possiblement
fléchir à tes caprices
être plus sympathique
j’aurais pu
j’aurais dû
peut-être              ...

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Soon
the moon is black,
she is in mourning of the evening

Over the garden’s stones
Shadows are getting longer
from tomorrow

The confusion of the sky
The seedling of comets
The pulse of the planets

Will do nothing with the future
Just the scent...

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Mulher, mãe...

Deus te criou 
os homens seguem 
recriando eternamente.
 
A cada dia 
milhares de pessoas, 
filhos e filhas, 
vestem a tua juventude 
a maturidade e a velhice, 
com a beleza vista nos seus corações, e...

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Je t’aime

Je t’ai écris dans ma memoire
puis je t’ai redigé dans mes pensés
avec la plus fine des ancres de mon coeur!

Et comme un devoir à faire
J’ai finis par te garder sur les images de mes...

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Etranges sentiments qui remplissent mon coeur
Confuses sensations, le mensonge est roi
D'obscures vibrations pénètrent en moi
Comme si tout me ment, amplifiant ma douleur

Ce que je ressens n'est à moi nullement
Emotions lointaines que capte mon esprit
Tristesse soudaine...

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