Translating Poems - Poems about Translating

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

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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. ...

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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...

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.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......

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All reciprocal love it's not the same ... Feeling love, if you can ... not if you can is to deliver love to whom...

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Translating a poem Means inhaling the essence Of its verses And Then exhaling the aroma of Its very soul! © Demetrios Trifiatis 02 February 2020...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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