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On Translating Turbulent Tulips

    ‘Turbulent Tulips’ 
     cannot be translated to Vietnamese
 
     Neither can
       ~ ‘Peripatetic Peonies’

Categories: translating, hyperbole, language, truth, word
Form: Rhyme

Translating Lost

Someday I will know what courses my brain,
like going far, from car seat to car door,
and wondering if I needed a cane,
as I sit and wait, and guess a bit more.

Categories: translating, anxiety, confusion, crazy, international,
Form: Quatern

Translating Rumi

not through the tongue and its wind-spray
or the booming chest

but a soul moved by broken wings,
the whispers of ruined things
crushed by a cosmic tongue

here is a sparrow corpse
this is his poetry
catacombs of grubs
a wing bent stiffly up
the other
pounded into utterance

Rumi's spirit is riddled by flesh
it is blown through
the blare of broken lungs
not salted
on the suds

Categories: translating, poetry,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Translating Me Into Poemets

.LOVE

 I Love you !
this is wonderful...!
you love me...
this is a wondrous,
it's peaceful...!


REALITY

I'm what i
look...
not well-natured
silly... playful...
that's me... but
not a toy...!


CUTS

I prefer
be cut
for knives,
than for bitter
words...

Categories: translating, allegory, allusion, appreciation, celebration,
Form: Free verse

Translating Jung and Lacan

All reciprocal love
        it's not the same ...

       Feeling love,
       if you can ... not
       if you can is to deliver love
       to whom

Categories: translating, allusion, analogy, extended metaphor,
Form: Free verse

Translating a Poem

Translating a poem

Means inhaling the essence 

Of its verses

And 

Then exhaling the aroma of

Its very soul! 









© Demetrios Trifiatis
    02 February 2020

Categories: translating, meaningful, poems,
Form: Epigram

Translating Rumi

not through the tongue and its wind-spray
or the booming chest
but through broken wings
whispers of ruined things
crushed
into a wordless tongue

here is a sparrow corpse
this is his poetry
catacombs of grubs
a wing bent stiffly up
the other
pounded into utterance
spirit riddled by flesh
blown through
a blare of broken lungs
not salted
on the suds of speech

but in the ruined breath
of a shattered prayer

Categories: translating, poetry,
Form: Free verse

Translating Gaias Heartbeat

Grow me some gourds and I will carve my drum and bead my shakers; mimicking Gaia’s heartbeat, 
I will envision a new world.

A cedar and maple and I’ll build my guitar to sing, 
sweet-scented harmonies.

Bamboo and I will carve my didgeridoo with healing, 
light-song.

Teak and pear wood and I’ll carve my flutes to 
echo across

Categories: translating, earth, environment, imagery, music,
Form: Prose

Translating Life

did i make it all up
inside my head, again?
did i write my own book 
instead of following
the greater plan?
should i have walked
towards the future?
heaven knows, i ran.
destiny plays her tricks
on me. i want to believe
my mind perceives
reality as it is.
disenchanted with
the actuality of existence.
jaded from years spent
translating life
into something my soul
could comprehend.
and it's still hard
to

Categories: translating, eve, garden, how i
Form: Free verse

Translating Your Poem To One Line Per Stanza

you wrote the book
the sewasons changed
you were neglected disrespect affected
and everything changed as life went on

you grew old
and became what you are now
reckless
hazardous
one line per stanza

each longwinded
borting epic into one line
translated for dummies

thousands of voices condensed to one

and the games have just begun
the title wave
the poems based on hundreds of thousand of title
the translation of

Categories: translating, on writing and words,
Form: Free verse