René Char (Rage et mystère)
The love poem is made of desire remains desire.
What to add? My post this week is the result of several jours d'immersion, Délicieuse, dans la poésie et Rene Char by Pablo Neruda. Et traductions. Oh, if j'y ai même travaille beaucoup, elles ne sont pas parfaite et toute suggestion j'accepte volontiers votre part.
What could add? I note this week is the result of several days of delightful immersion in the poetry of René Char and Pablo Neruda. And translations. Oh, but I worked hard, are not perfect and I gladly accept any suggestions.
The black bow Rene Char (Song of the Balandran 1977)
I repeat, Wellness
what I already know,
Beauty mâchurée excrement, broken.
You are my love,
I'm your wishing.
The bread that we bake
comely in the nights, as an old king
advances by opening her arms.
Come on all sides,
laughter in our hands,
never alone. Trash
crooked corners, we offer
your resources. We
hammer
language adventurous. We are believers
for mule tracks.
Less the clarté
courbe plus you will be trou roseau
pressentis sous les doigts.
(illustration: Le noeud noir, Seurat)
black knot René Char (Chant of Balandrano 1977)
I repeat, Beauty,
what I already know ,
Beauty
blackened excrement, in tatters.
You are my love, I'm your sighing
.
The
bake bread in the cozy nights, which
old king is advanced open both arms. Come
everywhere
with a smile on his hands,
never separated. Basket with peaks
wrongs,
offer your resources. We hammer
adventurous language. We are believers
for roads mules. The
least double the clarity, more
cane is recessed under the fingers
presented. (trad. Colo)
(Illustration: The Enigma of Desire, Salvador Dali)
hands Let me loose Pablo Neruda
Let loose hands and heart , set me free! Leave
run my fingers along the paths of your body.
Passion - blood, fire, kissing
- I set fire to flames flickering.
Oh, you do not know what this is!
sensitive bending the jungle of my nerves.
flesh is screaming with their fiery tongues!
is the fire!
And you're here, woman, like a tree intact
now flying all my life turned to ashes
to your full body, like the night, with stars!
me free hands and heart, set me free!
I just want you, I just want you!
It is not love, is desire withers and dies, is precipitation
furies,
approach impossible, but are you
,
you to give me everything,
and give me what you got to land as I came-
to hold back,
and wish you and welcome you!
mains months Laisse dénouées Pablo Neruda
Laisse months
mains et le cœur, laisse-moi free! Laisse courir months
doigts sur les chemins de ton corps.
La passion - sang, feu, Baisers -
flammes m'incendie of Tremblant.
Aïe, you ignore ce que c'est!
It's my sense
storm winning the jungle of my sensitive nerves.
is the flesh that screams its fiery languages!
It's fire! You are here
woman like a log
intact now that my whole life fly ash
made to your body full of stars, like the night!
Let my hands and heart
settled, let me free!
I'm just wanting you,
I'm just wanting you!
This is not love is the desire fades and goes out,
mess of furies,
approach the impossible, but
you are here,
there to give me everything
and give me everything you came to earth-
like me to hold you, wanting you and
,
and receive you!
(Trad. Colo)
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