Long Tympans Poems

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 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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pitty-pit-pat, pitty-pit-pat ...

dark attic, echoing ... tenderly
rain on tin roof above,
her nana's voice, ages hence -
lives ago, really ... calling …

       "Little Tea Pot, Little Tea Pot -
 ...

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He stood upon a mountain, attending to her heart,
          For surely such a hallowed sound would be
         ...

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"Listen to the wind, it talks. Listen to the silence, it speaks. Listen to your heart, it knows." - Native American Proverb

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we …
are trespassers …
can you feel them?
the blooms, electric?
our world is pregnant with other worlds -
transient planes of existence that are
provisory to entirely disparate
rules and ids and forces …
why do we even question such?
particles and...

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new joys ...
drop like seeds to fill the
furrows left by a torrent of losses -
when the heavens open
seemingly to wash you away
they find the green of new growth -
hope, love, laughter, anew …
but some -...

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I hold you ...
tight to my chest
but with a concerned tenderness,
as if you are an infant
that I am shielding from a storm ...
or an angel of Valhalla -
her last breath given, ear-to-heart
for the soft-thrumming rhythm...

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HELL ...
is a different place for each of us -
a many-chambered hall of horrors, sui generis ...
some make only a single, memorable visit,

Spending the rest of their time
avoiding all that may chance to once again...

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I blundered …

through the dark forest -
I knew where I was headed
though I’d lost the trail many hours hence
but darkness had now fallen
and my face and arms
were etched red from my many stumbles
(tripping in the...

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I am not defined by addiction ...
Yes, it has certainly altered my course,
And I sacrificed much to that demoness over time,
For she is dressed with heavenly garb and sings in a sweet tongue,

So sweet, at...

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the Golden Gate, she sang to me
in a darkened whispered voice
El Niño crying like a spoiled child
of all the sad souls brought to her
with desperation’s choice
that flew like angels
from her transoms, wild

oh dare I hearken...

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there is such beauty in the dark


     it wraps warm like mother's arms


           whispers sweet, the tympans of the soul


 ...

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I filled my heart with music of the moon
    thus pulled it close about me like a wrap
       my tympans gently trembled with a tune
 ...

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My eyes look for you ...
My heart bleeds the truth,
     My spirit enters your soul completely.

Where do I end and you begin?
     A mosh pit swirl of...

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oh wrap me close dear jungle deep, with fronds and fruits entwined
          and hold me to your ancient emerald breast -
I long to hear those thrums...

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A lifetime seen thru silence at your side,
          From tiny lad to manchild in your shade,
          ...

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oh -
prithee, my
darling ...
let me hear you whisper -
mold a heart with
those perfect bows ...
crimp them, coy and parted,
ever-so-slightly -
tenderly puff that
absinthe-sweet breath
upon this delicious
eventide air ...

kiss the charmed
twilight mist into my ear,
decorated by those
little...

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My red-robed friend, grand on your perch
          How regal yours, now dressed for church
            ...

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Oh, jungle, deep ...
hug me close your jade breast -
I long to hear a thrum within ...
let your warm whispers tickle
the tympans of my ears with
sultry songs of your essence ...
and your tangle of mysteries.

Face-to-sky,...

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* Artists of every kind, I believe, are but tools for something far grander … what that is, I’ll leave to the philosophers. *

        ~

bend …

your voice to...

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There is a language in the language that only I speak

   There is a weave of gossamer meanings that vibrates

 Meant to tremble the spirit like song on the tympans

To drunken the heart...

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quiet repose ...

     slow rise-and-fall, hushed

         tenderly rocked, rocked, rocked

            my head...

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