#poems in translation

[alliwanttodoiscollectpoetry]

Izumi Shikibu (from The Ink Dark Moon)

[metamorphesque]

musings on July

"NW" Zadie Smith, "the Hands of Friendship" in Yerevan (@metamorphesque). "Jane Eyre" Charlotte Brontë (@flowerytale), Franz Kafka’s Diaries (@hungryfictions), "Summer night by the beach" Edvard Munch, "A Magic Mountain" Czeslaw Milosz (tr by Czeslaw Milosz and Lillian Vallee), "Answer July" Emily Dickinson, "Four Sunflowers Gone to Seed" Vincent van Gogh, The Diaries of Franz Kafka (@shisasan)

[sapphireshorelines]

Yosano Akiko, from Women Are Plunder

[soracities]

Al-Saddiq Al-Raddi, from "Lamps" (trans. Sarah Maguire & Sabry Hafez), My Voice: A Decade of Poems from the Poetry Translation Centre (ed. Sarah Maguire) [ID'd]

[theoptia]

Gennady Aygi, from The Sunday Poem; “Silence” (translated by Sarah Valentine)

Text ID: to grow accustomed to silence / like the beating of one’s heart

[mournfulroses]

Yehuda Amichai, from Selected Poetry of Y. Amichai; “Poems for a Woman,”

[eru-iru]

「月の如き慈しみで導け。共の身を砕こうとも。」

月の唄

[ananayellow]

“(…) Perder la mirada, distraídamente,

perderla y que nunca la vuelva a encontrar:

y, figura erguida, entre cielo y playa,

sentirme el olvido perenne del mar.”

Dolor, Alfonsina Storni.

[morningsaidthemoon]

Excerpt from The Song of Roland, translated by Norma Lorre Goodrich (Medieval Myths)

[alliwanttodoiscollectpoetry]

Izumi Shikibu (from The Ink Dark Moon)

[droplets-of-neptune]

"If I were to carry you on my back

And roam the earth with you, the sweetness of your love would make me feel as though I am carrying a rose... So I neither tire nor grow weary in that."

[metamorphesque]

"To forget, to forget ...", Vahan Teryan (translated by Tathev Simonyan)

[sapphireshorelines]

You have a tenderness grown weary and I have a weariness grown tender

Dulce María Loynaz, from Absolute Solitude, poem XLVII, tr. James O'Connor

[avicecaro]

i think it’s important everyone knows about the little roman girl who died at only five years and seven months old, and her grave reads "dum vixi, lusi" or "while i lived, i played"

[soracities]

Corsino Fortes, from "Postcards from the High Seas" (trans. Sean O'Brien & Daniel Hahn), My Voice: A Decade of Poems from the Poetry Translation Centre (ed. Sarah Maguire)

[beastlyidiocy]