miércoles, 28 de marzo de 2012
your sugar sit unhtoched : 9.In Praise of Cyrano
Pero otros tienen fallas aún mayor
Un perfil noble era su calle
Pero muchos lo han hecho más mal
Y sin embargo, no se muestran
Su amor, ni le hizo saber
Que ella era querida
A pesar de que estaba cerca de
Él no se atrevió a decírselo.
Ahora ¿por qué él era el único hombre
Para ver a sí mismo no vale la pena el premio?
Acerca de mí mismo que la trama y el plan
Cómo hallar gracia en los ojos
Pero nunca es lo que supongo
Que yo podría pensar que sean menos
Que el que eligió
Debido a su nariz
Para amar, pero confieso que no.
Hoy en your sugar sit untoched:
The Muse (Poem) :
Your eyes are raised to heaven
When I’m sitting on the floor
At your feet. What am I for?
Do I create or just translate
Between you and your mind
The art you’ll never find
And when your pen runs out of ink
You’ll close the book and with me
Leave behind your memory
Are you brilliant? Are you blind?
Would you have nothing more to say
If I ever flew away
In the end is it you is it me
Do I have anything? What am I for?
But when I walk out that door
Your prayers are plenty when you have
An empty page before you
And still I may adore you
For you take dictation better
Than most poets true compose
Your lines far surpass those
You pray for what you know will come
Your confidence is flattering
But still it’s quite another thing
Compelled to inspire when to dream
Is all you really understand
The letters from your hand
Will never quite belong to you
And even then I only pray
That when I leave you’ll softly say
Goodbye
When I’m sitting on the floor
At your feet. What am I for?
Do I create or just translate
Between you and your mind
The art you’ll never find
And when your pen runs out of ink
You’ll close the book and with me
Leave behind your memory
Are you brilliant? Are you blind?
Would you have nothing more to say
If I ever flew away
In the end is it you is it me
Do I have anything? What am I for?
But when I walk out that door
Your prayers are plenty when you have
An empty page before you
And still I may adore you
For you take dictation better
Than most poets true compose
Your lines far surpass those
You pray for what you know will come
Your confidence is flattering
But still it’s quite another thing
Compelled to inspire when to dream
Is all you really understand
The letters from your hand
Will never quite belong to you
And even then I only pray
That when I leave you’ll softly say
Goodbye
Your eyes are raised to heaven
When I’m sitting on the floor
At your feet. What am I for?
Do I create or just translate
Between you and your mind
The art you’ll never find
And when your pen runs out of ink
You’ll close the book and with me
Leave behind your memory
Are you brilliant? Are you blind?
Would you have nothing more to say
If I ever flew away
In the end is it you is it me
Do I have anything? What am I for?
But when I walk out that door
Your prayers are plenty when you have
An empty page before you
And still I may adore you
For you take dictation better
Than most poets true compose
Your lines far surpass those
You pray for what you know will come
Your confidence is flattering
But still it’s quite another thing
Compelled to inspire when to dream
Is all you really understand
The letters from your hand
Will never quite belong to you
And even then I only pray
That when I leave you’ll softly say
Goodbye
When I’m sitting on the floor
At your feet. What am I for?
Do I create or just translate
Between you and your mind
The art you’ll never find
And when your pen runs out of ink
You’ll close the book and with me
Leave behind your memory
Are you brilliant? Are you blind?
Would you have nothing more to say
If I ever flew away
In the end is it you is it me
Do I have anything? What am I for?
But when I walk out that door
Your prayers are plenty when you have
An empty page before you
And still I may adore you
For you take dictation better
Than most poets true compose
Your lines far surpass those
You pray for what you know will come
Your confidence is flattering
But still it’s quite another thing
Compelled to inspire when to dream
Is all you really understand
The letters from your hand
Will never quite belong to you
And even then I only pray
That when I leave you’ll softly say
Goodbye
martes, 20 de marzo de 2012
Hoy en poemas traducidos: Rant I
Sin alma, sin sentido caminos sexuales escuchando nada más que sus propias palabras
resonando tan fuerte en sus cabezas que piensan que llenan el mundo con
su sabiduria sin imaginación esclavos de labios corruptos con el ocio en busca de
rapidas risas de arrogantes debiles mentales pensando que son profundos y
brillo atractivo obstinado desnatado de la parte posterior de un libro ya no está en
de impresión a doble cara putas mienten improperios vergonzosos de su profesión auto-impresa
entidades que toman espacio con aire de echarlo todo a perder sueñan sin belleza sin alma sinsentido caminando caminos sexuales.
resonando tan fuerte en sus cabezas que piensan que llenan el mundo con
su sabiduria sin imaginación esclavos de labios corruptos con el ocio en busca de
rapidas risas de arrogantes debiles mentales pensando que son profundos y
brillo atractivo obstinado desnatado de la parte posterior de un libro ya no está en
de impresión a doble cara putas mienten improperios vergonzosos de su profesión auto-impresa
Hoy en your sugar sit untoched: Nearer than you
How can a woman tell when love is gone
From love that merely sleeps but deep inside
Has still the root the stem and flower grow on
And so dreams not to die but sleeps to hide
Perhaps when the clouds drifting by make more noise
Than amorous whispers you aimlessly breathe
And croakings of paddocks speak with greater poise
Than lilypad speeches with nothing beneath
And so I’ll confess what I know to be true
That bullfrogs have more eloquence than do you
When days are longer than they used to be
And nights are maddening eternity
With only forced sighs to interrupt
The same repose your lips would once corrupt
I’ll steal me away so your soul shall not wake
Though more than my absence to rouse it would take
Across from the meadow and down to the pond
To sink myself up to the waist then beyond
For water knows better in love what to do
And plays with its prey with more passion than you
In dreaming one may oft’ release his grasp
On what to conscious minds is naught but clear
That once the time of questioning is near
Chance there is none to hide the fatal asp
Who follows me silently onto the shore
Where I learn to cherish my new solitude
And feel with precision what ere had been rude
Yes I shall return to thy bed nevermore
Born was I with one heart I ask not for two
When rushes and lilies press nearer than you
From love that merely sleeps but deep inside
Has still the root the stem and flower grow on
And so dreams not to die but sleeps to hide
Perhaps when the clouds drifting by make more noise
Than amorous whispers you aimlessly breathe
And croakings of paddocks speak with greater poise
Than lilypad speeches with nothing beneath
And so I’ll confess what I know to be true
That bullfrogs have more eloquence than do you
When days are longer than they used to be
And nights are maddening eternity
With only forced sighs to interrupt
The same repose your lips would once corrupt
I’ll steal me away so your soul shall not wake
Though more than my absence to rouse it would take
Across from the meadow and down to the pond
To sink myself up to the waist then beyond
For water knows better in love what to do
And plays with its prey with more passion than you
In dreaming one may oft’ release his grasp
On what to conscious minds is naught but clear
That once the time of questioning is near
Chance there is none to hide the fatal asp
Who follows me silently onto the shore
Where I learn to cherish my new solitude
And feel with precision what ere had been rude
Yes I shall return to thy bed nevermore
Born was I with one heart I ask not for two
When rushes and lilies press nearer than you
miércoles, 7 de marzo de 2012
Hoy en poemas traducidos: 7.How to Break A Heart
Como romper un corazón.
Como romper un corazón.
No es dificil.
Cualquiera puede hacerlo.
Vos también podrías si lo intentarás.
Solo encuentra una luz
Y apágala.
Tan fácil como pestañear
Eso fue lo que se me enseño
Cuando era
Demasiado joven
Como para preguntar
Por damas en camisones blancos
Empapando maleza y listones negros
El mejor amigo de una chica
Es un revolver
La pregunta fue absurda
Por lo que podría responder que si
Pero tendrías que preguntarle a mi ejercito
Y no estan dispuestas a otorgar favores
En este momento
Hoy en your sugar sit untoched:
Try My Best
I’m gonna try my best to love him
Don’t know why I want him so
Yeah I’ll try and keep him by my side
I won’t ever let him go
Oh I’ve learned too much in my poor life
To laugh at humor I can’t see
It’s sad I know that I can’t show
My love, but I won’t set him free
So I’m gonna try my best to love him
Even if it takes all night long
Even if this feeling hurts me
I've heard pain can make you strong
And I know that I’m not his girl
Really never thought I’d care
But to see him in your arms
That’s the one thing I can’t bear
If you said I had no heart
Well I hardly think I’d cry
‘Cause there ain’t one thing you know ‘bout me
That I’d bother to deny
And it’s not that I don’t find him sweet
I know too well his voice, his touch
His eyes, and often underneath
I wonder that I try this much
Still it would be a shameful lie
To say I love this boy, this man
But I am fond and he is fine
So in the end perhaps I can
I agree this child deserves
A better friend and lover too
But I’m gonna try my best to love him
Just to keep him far from you
Don’t know why I want him so
Yeah I’ll try and keep him by my side
I won’t ever let him go
Oh I’ve learned too much in my poor life
To laugh at humor I can’t see
It’s sad I know that I can’t show
My love, but I won’t set him free
So I’m gonna try my best to love him
Even if it takes all night long
Even if this feeling hurts me
I've heard pain can make you strong
And I know that I’m not his girl
Really never thought I’d care
But to see him in your arms
That’s the one thing I can’t bear
If you said I had no heart
Well I hardly think I’d cry
‘Cause there ain’t one thing you know ‘bout me
That I’d bother to deny
And it’s not that I don’t find him sweet
I know too well his voice, his touch
His eyes, and often underneath
I wonder that I try this much
Still it would be a shameful lie
To say I love this boy, this man
But I am fond and he is fine
So in the end perhaps I can
I agree this child deserves
A better friend and lover too
But I’m gonna try my best to love him
Just to keep him far from you
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