How is it that you have written a story about me without even knowing me How is it that you have translated my feelings which I have no idea about How is it that there are hundreds of words I've never used describing my thoughts exactly You have drawn me with a single stroke of brush a replica the mirror can never make is this my imagination or your imagination who is creating me?
I wanted to scream While my mouth is closed Like a concealive bullet. To cry deeply To look for a cat: And sing for it sadly at least; Put my face in the lab of my palms and shake: Forward .. backward Forward.. backward Like a mother who lost her daughter, suddenly.
Farewell is an idea; A growing shrunb of evil. You think it a flower; Telling yourself: She is being grow a bit, and stay with me, Bright forever. .. sun vis-a-vis sun rose vis-a-vis a rose Song vis-a-vis song Heart vis-a-vis heart Cry vis-a-vis hug A smile vis-a-vis stumple.
But the trees of Loss Have black long fingers.
In the beginning: They gently touch your fingers -as if it is a begining of a hug, Or a kiss on the wrist- The fingers intertwine Like two lovers who would walk till the the borders .. of the sea.
And gradually Everything glows One by one Until you sit alone Face to face; Contemplating the mirror of fire Until you both turn into ashes.
Keep your catty heart in the cold chest of yours. Wipe out the tears made of iron. With an ivory on the wall carve my name - if you can, inbuilt it, if you can, with a piece of an fading memory. Throw it away, if you can, in the traces of the ocean waves. Ghost of an caged memory in an amber. The time can not touch it. The ocean can not wash it away. He is left to sleep in an sandglass long time ago.
A catty heart - cold hands on the wall. Eyes - gazing in the wistful silence Thoughts - drown in the ocean Knees - on the floor they're leaning Heart - left to burn in the fire, In the blue flames Tears of molten iron With an ivory my name on the wall has been carved, to remind has been left In the traces of the ocean waves his mind is wandering in an sandglass
This is the english translation of my bulgarian poem with the name "Спомен от слонова кост" written a few minutes ago.
من میں ڈوبوں ابھروں نہ ڈھونڈوں خود کو ملے خدا ذات کے پنجرے میں روح قید ٹوٹے تالا ملے پتہ !! ۰۰
God and Me (translation) drown in the depths of soul and never resurface I was set to find myself yet ended up finding God My soul is caged in confinement of my body break the lock So I can find myself
فقدتُ اهتمامي بكلّ شيء، يرتديني الضجر، و لا صبر لي لانتظار النهايات، أو الاستماع لأحدهم يتحدثُ عن يومه. أبترُ مقطوعة موسيقية لأبدأ من وسط أُخرى، أكتفي بمشاهدة عشر دقائق من الأفلام، أقرأ صفحةً من كلّ كتابٍ بجانب سريري، و لا أجلسُ في مكان واحد لما يزيد عن دقيقتين.
I no longer care about anything. boredom covers my body, and I can't even be patient enough to wait for the end, any end, or to hear you talking about your day. I cut one peace of music to start from the middle of another one. I watch 10 minutes from each movie and read a page from each book on my desk. I can't stay in one place for more than two minutes. And I'm bored. I'm bored with people, life, and myself.
Shut in her room with the scent of roses pounded with wet stones picked one by one from the riverbank and shining still, Hesione struggled to remove the clasps which she placed on a piece of cloth weaved by her grandma.
Days later she lay in bed wrapped in a sacred vestment. Secret hopes torpedoed her body and for a moment removed the clasps from the groin. All worthless.
People were buried nearby. The freshly-dug graves smelled of tamarisks. She and the Thoans scanned the sea. Nothing reminded one of who she was and why she mourned. She forgot all about Hercules, thurifications and joys never to be. Now all worthless.
POEM FORM THE COLLECTION SALUADER BY MARIA PANOUTSOU TRANSLATED IN ENGLISH BY GIANNIS GOUMAS
*Hesione: daughter of Laomedon, king of Troy, and sister of Priam. She was chained by her father on a rock to be devoured by a monster in order to appease the anger of Apollo and Poseidon. Hercules promised to deliver her, for a reward of Laomedon’s wonderful horses, and killed the monster.