Poezie in dua limbi - romana si engleza/Poetry in two languages - Romanian and English
Toata aceasta pagina contine opt poezii. Doua din ele sunt din revista Porto-Franco, trei din Dunarea de Jos, iar restul din culegerea mea de poezii - Copiii lui Nietzsche. Poeziile au fost traduse din engleza de dr. Petru Iamandi. Cele mai multe au fost publicate si in Marea Britanie, ambele versiuni fiind redate aici. In biserica din San Vicente de la Barqueras include doua versuri in spaniola care inseamna "Presedintele merge la razboi/ Ce pacat. Ce pacat. Ce ruine." Aceste versuri provin dintr-un cantec spaniol din secolul al XVIII-lea ; eu nu am facut decat sa inlocuiesc Mambru din original cu "El Presidente". Mambru este porecla spaniol a Ducelui de Marlborough.
Toate poeziile sunt traduse de dr. Petru Iamandi. Poezii: Amintire, Analele sarmanilor, Un copil la razboi, Copiii lui Nietzsche, In biserica din San Vicente de la Barqueras, Poem lui Donald Thompson, si Toate talentele.
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All this page comprises is eight poems. Two are from the the journal Porto-Franco and three each from Dunarea de Jos, and my collection Nietzsche's Children. In all cases they were written in English and translated into Romanian by Dr Petru Iamandi. Most of the poems have also been published in the UK, and both versions of the poems are given here. In the Church of San Vicente de las Barquersa includes two lines from Spanish in both versions. They translate as 'The President's going to the war/What a pity. What a pity. What a shame.' These are taken from an 18th century Spanish song; all I have done is substitute 'El Presidente' for the original 'Mambru'. 'Mambru' was a mocking Spanish nickname for the Duke of Marlborough.
All poems have been translated from the original English into Romanian by Dr Petru Iamandi.
The poems featured on this page are: All the Talents, Annals of the Poor, A Child at War, In the Church at San Vicente de las Barqueras, Memory, Nietzsche's Children and Poem for Donald Thompson.
Amintire
Ce sunt amintirile? ------------------
Memory
What is memory? Analele Sarnanilor
Scurtele si simplele anale ale sarmanilor, ------------------
Annals of the Poor
The short and simple annals of the poor, Un Copil la razboi
Vad o teama tainica, asezonata, Sau poate ca o lumanare datatoare de speranta ------------------
A Child at War
I see a private, seasoned fear Or did some bright, fostering candle Copiii lui Nietzsche
O Friedrich! ------------------
Nietzsche's Children
O Friedrich! In biserica din San Vicente de la Barqueras
Asudau in soarele de martie, Asta insemna ca nu trebuie sa faca zgomot, Preotul murmura spre turma lui: La scurt timp, obositi de-atata scormonit printre pietrele vechi, ------------------
In the Church at San Vicente de las Barqueras
Sweating from the March sunshine, That meant that they would have to be quiet; The priest was murmuring to his flock: In a short while, tired of poking around old stones, Poem lui Donald Thompson
Unde esti acum Donald Thompson, Despre meritele relative ale prietenilor sau dusmanilor morti; Si totusi, prin pagina ce sta sa se destrame, ma cheama Si unde este si acel Iisus sau Iuda? Aliniati spre purgatoriu, aliniati spre viata.
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Poem for Donald Thompson
Where are you now, Donald Thompson, Of the relative merits of dead friend or foe; Yet there calls to me still through the mouldering page And where, too, is that Jesus or Judas? Lined up for limbo, lined up for life.
Toate talentele
Stii, nu mi se pare correct. Stalin ar putea raspunde De ce nu l-am numi pe Mugabe Hunul Atila Adolf Hitler Sau l-am putea face ------------------
All the talents
It's not right you know. Stalin could be put in charge Why not Mugabe Attilla the Hun Adolf Hitler Or we could just make Alte limbi/Languages Other than English
Cineva pomeneste de Norfolk
Norfolk este in East Anglia.
Iar eu tin in mana o punga de hartie.
'Cartofi pai din East Anglia' proclama eticheta.
Am noua ani si
tot ce-mi amintesc e punga
si ca-n locu-acela, Clacton se numea,
erau doua montagne russe uriase.
Un fapt chiar si atunci lipsit de importanta.
Si totusi duceti-ma acolo,
aratati-mi un lucru ce-a ramas
si-un bloc, oricat de mic, se va preface in ruine.
Luati-mi mult prea multe si
Întegrul edificiu se va prabusi.
Someone mentions Norfolk;
Norfolk is in East Anglia.
And in my hand is a paper packet,
'East Anglia Crisps' proclaimed on the side.
I am nine years old and
all I remember is that packet
and that the place, Clacton it was,
had two big dippers.
A thing of no consequence even then.
Yet take me there,
show me that there is only one,
and a small building block crumbles away.
Take away too many and
the edifice itself will crumble.
negravate inca-n piatra alba, rece:
spray-urile mai degraba deseneaza.
scurtele si simplele anale ale sarmanilor.
In metrouri, sali, noi consemnam
cronica de un sarman renume:
scurtele si simplele anale ale sarmanilor
negravate inca-n piatra alba, rece.
not now engraved on cool white stone:
spraycans now more likely draw
the short and simple annals of the poor.
In subways, hallways now we score
memorials of but poor renown:
the short and simple annals of the poor,
not now engraved on cool white stone.
prinsa in hartia-ngalbenita de ziar,
aud muzica de copil acoperita de tobele razboiului,
simt afectiunea innorata de umbra timpului sau.
a luminat un drum peste anii intunecati
iar el, de l-a vazut,
ar recunoaste acest spectru ros de griji pe care-l am in fata?
trapped within the fading newsprint,
hear childish music muted by the drums of war,
sense affection clouded by the shadow of his time.
light a way across the darkened years,
and would he, if he saw,
own to the troubled wraith I see?
Tu ti-ai scrutat prea mult abisul.
Si-acum leii-si rad de tine -
n-ai invatat sa mori, nici sa traiesti.
Nici unul mai de seama nu ti-a ramas in urma,
cuvintele-ti frumos-urate le-a cumpanit
nu fiara blonda, ci fiara oarba si inversunata.
Tare ma tem ca orbii le-or cumpani din nou.
You gazed too long into your own abyss.
Now the lions laugh at you
for learning not to live nor to die.
No higher man was left behind you
and your ugly beautiful words were heeded
not by a blond beast but a blind and bitter one.
And now I fear that the blind will head them again.
si dupa urcusul pe dealul abrupt,
nimerira in biserica veche.
Pacat ca slujba nu se terminase.
ca trebuie sa-si foloseasca blitzurile discret.
(Ciudate obiceiurile astea
de prin tarile indepartate.
Nu ca n-ar avea si ceva potential comercial.)
El presidente se fué a la guerra.
Que dolor. Que dolor. Que peña.
Si ce daca? Orientul Mijlociu e la fel ca aici.
Mai primitiv. Mai prafuit.
N-ar strica o schimbare, doua.
La fel ca aici. Doar ca are ceva bogatie in pamant.
pierzandu-si rabdarea cu oamenii aia superstitiosi,
iesira clipind in lumina soarelui.
Era o zi frumoasa pentru acea luna a anului:
nici un nor pe cer,
doar cel intunecat, spre apus.
and the climb up the steep hill,
they had blundered into the old church.
Pity that there was still a service going on.
would have to pop their flashguns discreetly.
(These quaint old customs
that they have in distant countries.
You'd think they'd see commercial possibilities
in a place like this).
'El presidente se fué a la guerra.
Que dolor. Que dolor. Que peña.'
So what? The Middle East is a place just like this.
More primitive. More dusty.
Could do with some changes there.
Like this place. Except there's really some wealth in the soil.
impatient with superstitious people,
they emerged blinking into the sunlight.
It was a fine day for this time of year:
not a cloud in the sky
except the dark one to the west.
infocat poet al anilor de razboi?
Tin in mana revista ingalbenit-a tineretii tale;
iar cuvintele imi spun despre lumi si vremuri departate
despre inaltarea unei lumi noi din sange;
despre lei ce-si ling ranile -
despre lucruri care nu-nseamna prea mare lucru pentru mine.
simpla promisiune a unei burti gravide;
Iisus-ul sau Iuda ce-au stat încovrigati 'nauntru.
Si unde sunt toti fiii lui?
earnest poet of wartime years?
I hold now the browning pulp of your youth;
your words tell of distant lands, distant times.
of building the new world out of blood;
of lions licking their wounds -
despre lucruri care nu-nseamna of things that mean little to me.
the simple promise of a gravid belly;
the Jesus or Judas that lay curled within.
And where are all of his sons?
N-ar trebui ca oamenii sa rada cand o vad
Pe Regina-Vrajitoare fotografiata
Pe treptele din Downing Street.
Doar vrem un guvern
numai din talente.
Buna idee,
desi s-ar putea merge mai departe.
de productie
pe vreo sapte ani.
Sigur ar pune totul in miscare.
ministru al agriculturii?
Cu un coltuc de paine
am duce-o cativa ani.
ar putea fi consilier special
pe probleme de politica externa.
I-ar tranti pe cativa cu capul de masa.
ar pune in dezbatere
chestiunea imigratiei.
E un tip foarte grijuliu.
pe Tony Blair
ambasador al pacii
în Orientul Mijlociu.
They shouldn't mock
to see the Witch-Queen photographed
on the steps of Downing Street.
After all, we want a Government
of All the Talents.
It's a great idea;
it doesn't go far enough.
of production
for seven years or so.
He'd get the wheels turning.
for Minister of Food?
He'd make just a little
go a long, long way.
might become special adviser
on foreign policy.
He'd bang a few heads on the table.
would bring something to the debate
on immigration.
He's a very thoughtful man.
pe Tony Blair
Peace Ambassador
in the Middle East.
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Nietzsche's Children
Petru Iamandi
Româneste
Sonet, de Mihai Eminescu
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