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Une très mauvaise nouvelle,
Ma petite sœur Anne,
Qui avait survécu à un cancer du sein,
il y a une dizaine d’années,
Fait un cancer de l’autre sein,
La vie est très injuste,
Elle est médecin, soigne les gens
Du mieux qu’elle peut.
J’ai eu envie de pleurer,
En apprenant la nouvelle,
Mais elle est plus courageuse que moi,
Elle ne craint pas les chimiothérapies,
Elle a décidé de se battre à nouveau.
A very bad news,
My little sister Anne,
Who had survived breast cancer,
About ten years ago,
Has cancer in the other breast,
Life is very unfair,
She is a doctor, heals people
As best she can.
I felt like crying,
Upon hearing the news,
But she is braver than me,
She is not afraid of chemotherapy,
She decided to fight again.
Die Maske des Bösen (“The Mask of Evil”)
by Bertolt Brecht
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
A Japanese woodcarving hangs on my wall—
the mask of an ancient demon, limned with golden lacquer.
Not unsympathetically, I observe
the forehead’s bulging veins,
the tremendous strain
such malevolence requires.
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Original German text:
Die Maske des Bösen
An meiner Wand hängt ein japanisches Holzwerk
Maske eines bösen Dämons, bemalt mit Goldlack.
Mitfühlend sehe ich
Die geschwollenen Stirnadern, andeutend
Wie anstrengend es ist, böse zu sein.
Bertolt Brecht [1898-1956] was a major German poet, playwright, novelist, humorist, essayist, theater director and songwriter. Brecht fled Germany in 1933, when Hitler assumed power. A number of Brecht's poems were written from the perspective of a man who sees his country becoming increasingly fascist, xenophobic and militaristic. Keywords/Tags: Bertolt Brecht, German, translation, Holocaust, poem, war, World War II, Japanese, carving, mask, symbolism, demon, evil, malevolence, sympathy, compassion, understanding, feeling, forehead, veins, swollen, bulging, effort, strain, exhausting, concentration, suggest, suggesting, suggestive, demonstrating, revealing, showing, wall, gold, golden, lacquer, paint, woodwork, totem, malice, hate, hatred, enmity, spite, spitefulness, animosity, anger, maliciousness, malignancy, venom, spleen, viciousness
Mama has left
She is no longer alive
She left Mother Earth
She is in the cemetery
Mom is further on
She is, here and there, really
Mother is gone
And no longer here
With us, under the sun
Mommy is in Heaven
She looks at us and she can hear
She's having fun, in a dream
To see us whine and scream
Mom is with the Virgin Mary
Both listen to us and laugh
So hard that they cry in paradise
Where no one dies
That’s a gaffe
What a trip! Mama has left
We can barely see her on the clouds
Mommy is still with us
She is invisible within us
As we wish other mothers
Happy stays at the cemetery
May the earth be light and softy!
P.S. This poem is dedicated to all those who lost ‘Mama’.
Copyright © Avril 2024, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Maman est partie
Elle n’est plus en vie
Ella a quitté la terre
Elle est au cimetière
Maman est au-delà
Elle est, en vérité, ça et là
Maman est morte
Et n’est plus en sorte
Avec nous, sous le soleil
Maman est au fond du ciel
Elle nous regarde et nous entend
Elle prend tout son bon temps
A nous voir pleurnicher et crier
Maman est avec la Vierge Marie
Les deux nous écoutent et rient
Avec une telle gaîté qu’elles pleurent
Au paradis où personne ne meurt
Maman est partie, en voyage
On peut à peine la voir sur les nuages
Maman est restée avec nous
Elle est invisible, au sein de nous
Et nous tous souhaitons aux autres mères
Des heureux séjours au cimetière
Que la terre soit légère!
P.S. Ce poème est dédié à tous ceux et celles qui ont perdu ‘Maman’.
Copyright © Avril 2024, Hébert Logerie, tous droits réservés.
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs recueils de poèmes.
He crossed the seas with dreams in his hands
a boy from home trying to understand
how to grow, how to belong,
how to be right when everything feels wrong.
On the streets of Germany he welcomed every stare
Every words whispered is a scare
"Schau dir den ‚Neger‘ an,
wie arm und wild er sein kann."
In classrooms, he knew his stuff
books, lessons and long nights of tough.
But sometimes, all they saw was skin
and never paused to look within.
Still, Osman kept his eyes on the goal
not just the surface but for his soul.
Because he knows knowledge isn’t black or white
it’s what frees one in the darkest night.
Now he speaks not just for him
but for all the racial fights within
for those who held their heads up high
even when the world passed them by.