Also
stehen noch Tempel. Ein
Stern
hat wohl noch Licht.
Nichts,
nichts ist verloren.

Ho-
sianna.

-Paul Celan, "Die Engführung"

(So
there are temples yet. A
star
probably still has light.
Nothing,
nothing is lost.

Ho-
sanna.

-Paul Celan, "The Straitening", translated by Michael Hamburger)

l'oiseau qui chante dans ma tête
l'oiseau qui chante dans ma tête
l'oiseau qui chante dans ma tête
l'oiseau qui chante dans ma tête

I don't like the idea of people taking one look at my lower body and calling me "she" for the rest of my life; I eagerly await the day when surgery can make my hips narrow. I'm no longer thinking that maybe I should get run over by a car so that they'll be smashed and have to be reconstructed, though. (And maybe if I stab myself through the abdomen ( Read more... )

So here's the offending poem, because invading another culture's territory or not, I...kind of like it.

Mandorla
by Paul Celan
translated from the German by Michael Hamburger

( What dwells in the almond? )

Lark in the Morning is due back at the library on the 12th. This makes me sad with a great sadness. So in celebration of the fact that it's not the 12th yet, a poem from its pages:

( It pleases me to see old men bequeathing/Their houses and to watch the power passing... )

Goodbye, An Introduction to Old Occitan. I'll have to reborrow and finish you one day.

Lark in the Morning, on the other hand, is as delightful as expected-some of Pound's translations leave me cold, but Kehew's are really very good and Snodgrass's a joy to read. (I giggled a little to see that, though the exact meaning and rhythm of the opening ( Read more... )

EEEEEE, more Archpoet!

Even more, but it's missing a few lines from Fama tuba dante sonum.

With English translation, even of the four lines that are missing. Weerie.

Θέλω λέγειν Ἀτρείδᾱς,
θέλω δὲ Κάδμον ᾄδειν·
ἡ βάρβιτος δὲ χορδαῖς
Ἔρωτα μοῦνον ἠχεῖ.
Ἤμειψα νεῦρα πρώην
καὶ τὴν λύρην ἅπᾱσαν,
κἀγὼ μὲν ᾖδον ἄθλους
Ἡρακλέους· λύρη δὲ
ἔρωτας ἀντεφώνει.
Χαίροιτε λοιπὸν ἡμῖν,
ἥρωες· ἡ λύρη γὰρ
μόνους Ἔρωτας ᾄδει.

(anonymous Anacreontic)

English:
I wish to hymn th' Atreidæ ( Read more... )

(Largely inspired by a conversation with sunavatar, who will disagree with most or all of this ( Read more... )

Ni estas sur vasta maro...Freneze en la spaco ( Read more... )