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Chichiguita

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Look what I found

In my efforts to dig in to the poetry that has been posted so far, I have been googling my little heart out. I found a site with a number of sonnets in Spanish. The above mentioned was not there, but here is one by the same author. In the interest of not making this post really long, I will post the english translation in the next box. I would like to hear your thoughts on the peom in general, but also on the job of the translator. Thanks.


Que contiene una fantas?a
contenta con amor decente

Detente, sombra de mi bien esquivo,
imagen del hechizo que m?s quiero,
bella ilusi?n por quien alegre muero,
dulce ficci?n por quien penosa vivo.
Si al im?n de tus gracias, atractivo,
sirve mi pecho de obediente acero,
?para qu? me enamoras lisonjero
si has de burlarme luego fugitivo?

Mas blasonar no puedes, satisfecho,
de que triunfa de m? tu tiran?a:
que aunque dejas burlado el lazo estrecho

que tu forma fant?stica ce??a,
poco importa burlar brazos y pecho
si te labra prisi?n mi fantas?a.
 

Chichiguita

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Contains amorous fantasy

How's that for an attention grabber??? Okay, here is the translation. Tell me what you think. (Please ;)

Which contains an amorous fantasy,
content with platonic love


Halt, you shadow of my fleeting joy,
image of the charms I most desire,
lovely dream for whom I laughing die,
sweet untruth for whom I grieving live.
If to the magnet of your graces' pull,
my heart responds like an obedient steel,
to what end do you court me, flattering
if later you will mock me, fugitive?

But don't think you can boast, self-satisfied,
that your tyranny triumphs over me:
for though you've fled and the tight noose have mocked

that once encircled your fantastic form,
I care not that you mock my arms and breast
for in my mind's own prison you are locked.

Sorry, I did not note the author, she is Sor Juana Inez de la Cruz
 

RenatoSosua

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Tengo hambre de tu boca, de tu voz, de tu pelo,
y por las calles voy sin nutrirme, callado,
ne me sostiene el pan, el alba me desquicia,
busco el sonido liquido de tus pies en el d?a.

Estoy hambriento de tu risa resbalada,
de tus manos color de furioso granero,
tengo hambre de la p?lida piedra de tus u?as,
quiero comer tu piel como una intacta almendra.

Quiero comer el rayo quemado en tu hermosura,
la nariz soberana del arrogante rostro,
quiero comer la sombra fugaz de tus pesta?as

y hambriento vengo y voy olfateando el crep?sculo
busc?ndote, buscando tu coraz?n caliente
como un puma en la soledad de Quitrat?e.

Pablo Neruda
P.S. Quitrat?e is in Chili
 

Chichiguita

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tango hambre tombien!

aye--pappi--caliente'!
Hope you will forgive my hunting and posting these in English. I actually understood much of this one without use of the web, but the translation helped a lot in the end.

I haven?t read much commentary on this poem, but I plan to. I like to put my gut thoughts down before taking the input of others, where art is concerned. It is too tempting to reach for the ?right? answer and miss the ?inner? answer that is the magic of art.

Here's what I like about this poem.

It is experiential. It is vivid and visceral. I begin to feel hungry as a result of the descriptions. I feel the sensations of muscles tightening, ready.
I?m interested in the predatory language. Is there a hint of anger and vexation along with the longing in his tone? The object of his passion sounds like prey--maybe not love. What do you guys think? I wonder why.



I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
 

A.Hidalgo

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ROSA DEL MONTE HONDO.

Una rosa no es vanidosa
ni le preocupa que la corten
ni es coqueta ni le importa
qui?n va por el camino.
Pero debe morir muy triste
si pasan sus 13 d?as de vida
y un ojo no la mira.

Juan Freddy Armando (Hato Mayor, 1951)
 

Indie

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I AM intriguing, aren't I?

Tu ves a MamIndie as?, dizque calla?ta, pero esa es m?s coqueta, y con su musiquita por dentro...

I'm in the mood for a good laugh, and this poetry thread along with the 'Jewish Haiku' thread in the Clown bin got me thinking.

A few years ago some posters tried to win Jan's love by posting their funniest pick-up lines while simultaneously outdoing each other with their lamest dribble. We all had a blast with that thread. Let's up the ante: who wants to try and win the "love" of any of DR1's infamous cast of characters through poetry? It's simple, just read the posts to glean some insight about your favorite poster's internet character, personality, etc., then free the poet in you. Be creative, funny, unique, original, witty, etc. ALL forms of poetry accepted, i.e. haiku (3 lines, 5, 7, 5 syllables per line), tanka (5 lines, 5, 7, 5, 7,7), sonnet (14 lines, 10 syllables per line, rhyme pattern is abab, cdcd, efef, gg), diamante, concrete, cinquain, couplet, nursery rhyme, etc. Keep it clean, and we will all respond in kind. This should be fun. Sorry, I don't have any prizes to give out, but the winning poster might get his/her name highlighted in bold or something. Void where/when prohibited.

**Moderator: Don't mean to hijack this thread, just hoping to spice things up a little while keeping it all within the same DR1 poetry vein, but if you feel this warrants its own thread, kindly use your powers. My powers can only be used for good. :classic:

-Indie
Dedicated to the memory of JohnnyHonda, may he rest in peace.
 

something_of_the_night

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-Indie
Dedicated to the memory of JohnnyHonda, may he rest in peace.

If I remember correctly, the finals pitted JohnnyHonda y un tal Joseito, that super-duper smooth diablito, with Kingofdice giving up way too early.

After all was set and done, Joseito ended winning MamIndie's beautiful mind.

Okay, The Kid is ready to kick some big time, major league rear, Dick Cheney-style.
 

something_of_the_night

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ALL forms of poetry accepted, i.e. haiku (3 lines, 5, 7, 5 syllables per line), tanka (5 lines, 5, 7, 5, 7,7), sonnet (14 lines, 10 syllables per line, rhyme pattern is abab, cdcd, efef, gg), diamante, concrete, cinquain, couplet, .

MamIndie, that's because you confused them with all those "mis-spelled" werds.
 

A.Hidalgo

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DEFINICION DEL ABRAZO.

El intento de cuatro brazos
por ser dos,
de dos cuerpos por ser uno,
de un alma por dejar de ocupar
dos lugares
en un ?nico espacio.

Juan Freddy Armando (Hato Mayor, 1951)
 

Indie

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A. Hidalgo, may I play with your poem?

DEFINICION DEL ABRAZO.

El intento de cuatro brazos
por ser dos,
de dos cuerpos por ser uno,
de un alma por dejar de ocupar
dos lugares
en un ?nico espacio.

MI PIERNA QUEMARROPA
El intento de tres piernas
porque tengo dos, y una mitad
en un cuerpo es pierna enana
pero aumenta
porque ocupa dos lugares
en un ?nico espacio
hondo.

-Indie (Florida, 2007)
:classic:
 

something_of_the_night

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MI PIERNA QUEMARROPA
El intento de tres piernas
porque tengo dos, y una mitad
en un cuerpo es pierna enana
pero aumenta
porque ocupa dos lugares
en un ?nico espacio
hondo.

-Indie (Florida, 2007)
:classic:

Ah, co?o, y ahora coqueteando con Hidalgo. No te apures, MamIndie, yo te agarro...
 

Indie

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That's all?

I thought you'd say something else or something more about my poem, something. Something along the lines of how incredibly funny it is. I'm still cracking myself up over it. Oh well. On to a different limb.

-Indie
 
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