Hector Poullet: “Mi yo doubout an péyi-la…” / “Standing tall in our country…”


Hector Poullet (né/born 1938)

(Écrivain noir, créoliste, de La Guadeloupe

/ Black Creole-language writer, Guadeloupe)

 

E mi sé ti moun péyi-la

Mi yo

Mi yo doubout an péyi-la

An mitan lanmé

An mitan soley

Yo la

Po nwè

Po jonn

Po rouj

Po shapé

Po blan

Nou byen fouté pa mal !

Nou sa sé zenfan péyi-la

Sé swé a yo ki ka rozé péyi-la

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Voici les enfants du pays,     Here are the children of the country,

Les voici,                                 Here they are,

Les voici érigés au pays,               Standing tall in our country,

Au coeur même de la mer,       With hearts as much of the sea as sun.

Au coeur même du soleil.

Ils sont là                                      There they are:  the

Peaux noires                            Black skins, yellows,

Peaux jaunes                          Red skins and shedded skins,

Peaux rouges                           White skins, too.

Peaux échappées et

Peaux blanches

Quelle importance !                    And it’s so important –

Ce sont, nous le savons,               That they are – and we know it –

Les fils de ce pays;                          The children of this country;

Leur sueur nourrit la terre de ce pays!      Their sweat nourishes this earth!

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Etta James: “Mi Fuerte Amante” / “Tough Lover”

Etta James

“Mi Fuerte Amante” (1956)

 

 

 

Tengo un amante que me mueve tanto,

Sabe hacer ‘el rocanrol’,

Porque es fuerte – mi amante –

Es un amante vigoroso,

Amante recio,

Un amante fuerte – ¡eso es!

*

Cuando me besa,

Me emociona;

Cuando se sacude,

No me quedo quieta.

Es un amante vigoroso,

Amante recio,

Un amante fuerte – ¡aaah, sííí!

*

Las Siete Hermanas no lo pueden tener,

Estoy hablando acerca del Amor –

Y es veloz – él – como el viento.

Habla la gente que estoy enbrujada.

Pero no es el vudú – ¡es ese “twist”!

El Amante más grande de nuestra era,

Aún Don Juan no tiene ningun’esperanza.

Te hace reír,

Te hace llorar,

Se pone tan recio que

Pued’hacer a un’estatua de Venus resucitar.

Hace todo lo que quiera – aún:

Pisotear los zapatos de gamuza-azul de Jesse James.

Es un amante audaz,

y duro, y recio,

Un amante fuerte – ¡ajá, ajá!

*

¿Tienes amante que quieras amar?

¡Golpéale en la cabeza una vez – o dos!

Será tu amante vigoroso – ¡sí, sí! –

Un amante recio – ¡eso es!

Un amante fuerte – ¡aaah, sííí!

 

 

 

Glosario:

Las Siete Hermanas se llaman Las Pléyades – en la mitología griega.

Las dos más famosas – Electra y Maia – eran “Fuerzas de la Naturaleza”.

Jesse James era un forajido estadounidense de la era “Viejo Oeste”.

 

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Etta James (1938-2012)

escribió las letras y grabó esta canción

en 1956 – a la edad tierna de dieciocho años.

Su personalidad era fuerte y burlona pero pudo

cantar también la música íntima del Blues.

*

Traducción / interpretación  en español:  Lidia García Garay

 

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Etta James

“Tough Lover” (1956)

 

 

Well, I’ve got a lover that moves me so

He sho knows how to rock’n’roll

‘Cause he’s a tough lover – yeah, yeah

He’s a tough lover – wooooo

Tough Lover – yeah, yeah

Tough Lover – unh hunh!

*

When he kisses me

I get a thrill

But when he does that wiggle

I can’t keep still

‘Cause he’s a tough lover – yeah, yeah

He’s a tough lover – wooooo!

Tough Lover – yeah, yeah

Tough Lover – unh hunh!

*

The Seven Sisters have nothin’ on him

I’m talkin’ about love – and he’s fast as the wind

People all talk about he’s got me fixed

It ain’t hoodoo –  it’s just that twist!

He’s the greatest lover ever come to pass

Don Juan ain’t got a half of a chance.

He can make you laugh

He can make you cry

He’s so tough he’ll make Venus come alive.

He can do anything that he wants to do –

Step on Jesse James’s blue-suede shoes

‘Cause he’s a tough lover – yeah, yeah

He’s a tough lover – wooooo!

Tough Lover – yeah, yeah

Tough Lover – unh hunh!

*

You got a lover

That you wanna love right?

Just pop him ’side the head

– Once or twice!

He’ll be a tough lover – yeah, yeah

He’ll be your tough lover – wooooo!

Tough lover – yeah, yeah

Tough lover – unh hunh!

 

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Etta James (1938-2012)

was a rock’n’roll “mama” even

at the tender age of 18, which is when she

wrote and recorded this song with her band,

The Peaches.   Her vocal delivery was often

rough-and-tough in sound – but also full of

fun.   The “wooooo’s” in her singing she

borrowed from Little Richard, with whom

she toured in the 1950s.   By middle age she

was undisputedly the best living Blues singer

in The United States.

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Mildred Barya: “Una Gota de Sangre” / “A Drop of Blood”

 

Mildred Barya (nace 1976)

“Una Gota de Sangre”

 

 

El día que me llegó la regla

Exclamó mi madre:

“¡Ahora eres mujer!”

Entonces me pregunté:

¿Qué yo había sido antes?

¿Y cómo me ha hecho una mujer

Una gota de sangre?

*

Cuando llevaron a mi hermano al círculo,

Él se estremeció a la sensación de un cuchillo afilado.

Pero le convencieron:

“No debes  tener miedo,

No muestres ninguna cobardía.

Tan pronto como te cortemos la piel

Te harás un hombre.”

*

Cuando mi madre tenía a Junior

Tan pesado en su vientre

Se apuraba de la mesa

Y corría al lavaplatos.

El día que le llevaron al hospital

Cayó al suelo una bolsa de agua

Pues una gota de sangre.

Gritó mi padre: “¡Mujer!”

*

Leí en Las Sagradas Escrituras

Como fue sacrificado el Hijo de Hombre.

Antes de dar su último aliento,

Manaron fuera de él

Agua y la sangre.

En este momento se hizo Hombre

Que era el Dios.

*

Supongo que haya algo en una gota de sangre

Que nos hace hombres y mujeres.

 

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Mildred Barya (born 1976)

“A Drop of Blood”

 

 

The day I got my first period,

Mother exclaimed:

“You’ve become a woman!”

And so I wondered,

What had I been earlier?

And how could a drop of blood

Make me a woman?

*

When they took my brother to the circle,

He flinched at the feel of a sharp knife.

But the elders convinced him:

“You must not fear

Do not show any cowardice

Once we slice off the skin

You become a man.”

*

When mother was heavy with Junior,

She would rush off the table

And run to the sink.

The day she was taken to hospital

A bag of water dropped to the ground,

Then a drop of blood.

Father cried: “Woman!”

*

I read in the Holy Scriptures

How the Son of Man was crucified

Before he breathed his last.

Water and blood flowed out,

There he became Man,

Who was God.

*

I guess there’s something in a drop of blood

That makes us men and women.

 

 

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Mildred Barya,  poeta,  nació en Uganda.

Ganó el Premio Pan-Africano del Foro Literário

en 2008.   Barya también es periodista y escritor

de viaje.   Vive en Syracuse, Nueva York, EEUU.

*

Poet Mildred Barya was born in Uganda.

She won the 2008 Prize of the Pan African

Literary Forum.   Barya is also a journalist

and travel-writer.   Currently she lives in

Syracuse, New York.

*

Translation from English into Spanish /

Traducción del inglés al español:   Alexander Best


Poema para Miércoles de Ceniza / Ash Wednesday Poem

Poema para Miércoles de Ceniza  / Ash Wednesday Poem

Once, in winter,                                                   Una vez, durante el invierno,

I stood,                                                                 Yo estaba de pie,

White flakes brushing my face.                       Copos blancos rozando la cara.

With white fingers,                                          Con dedos pálidos,

I waited with the others.                                 Esperé con los otros.

We shivered on the steps,                           Temblamos en los escalones,

Stuck out our tongues                             Sacamos la lengua

To catch snowflakes                            Para agarrar los copos de nieve

So cold they would burn.               Tan frío que nos quemaban.

Soon the big doors opened             Pronto abrieron las puertas grandes

On smoke and candles                       Al humo y a los cirios

And a cold thumb brushed                     Y un pulgar frío me rozó

My forehead with a cross of ashes.                La frente con una cruz de cenizas.

“Dust to Dust” he muttered                       “El Polvo al Polvo,” masculló

While snowflakes                                  Mientras los copos de nieve

Melted in my hair                            Se derritieron en mi cabello.

 

 

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( Autor anónimo /Anonymous )

Traducción en español:  Alexander Best


Mardi Gras: “I’m walkin’ to New Orleans…”

 

 “Walkin’ to New Orleans”

by Bobby Charles Guidry, written for

“Fats” Domino, Jr., early-rock’n’roll pianist and singer

(born 1928, New Orleans, Louisiana, USA)

_

 

It’s time I’m walkin’ to New Orleans

I’m walkin’ to New Orleans

I’m going to need two pair of shoes

When I get through walkin’ to you

When I get back to New Orleans

*

I’ve got my suitcase in my hand

Now, ain’t that a shame

I’m leavin’ here today

Yes, I’m goin’ back home to stay

Yes, I’m walkin’ to New Orleans

*

You used to be my honey

Till you spent all my money

No use for you to cry

I’ll see you bye and bye

Cause I’m walkin’ to New Orleans

*

I’ve got no time for talkin’

I’ve got to keep on walkin’

New Orleans is my home

That’s the reason why I’m goin’

Yes, I’m walkin’ to New Orleans

I’m walkin’ to New Orleans

I’m walkin’ to New Orleans

I’m walkin’ to New Orleans…


Andre Bagoo: Carnival Monday in Trinidad

Andre Bagoo

“Carnival”

 

 

You are not my mother so you hold

my hand tighter than you should.

The wind blows my Indian feather,

And throws red dust into my face.

This is supposed to be fun, but when

We reach the Savannah stage I am terrified.

Your son, my half brother, is cold

He does not chip to the dollar wine.

This Kiddies’ Carnival experiment

Has gone awry. I’ve lost my axe.

You say you have to leave me here

It is five o’clock and Panorama is tonight.

You are going and my father is going

But my mother is staying home and

I am staying home to wash all this

Glitter and Vaseline off my small body.

But somewhere near that Savannah stage

The crowds crush my black cardboard axe.

 

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Andre Bagoo is a journalist and poet

from Trinidad, West.Indies.

He was born in 1983.

The poem above gives us Trinidad Carnival

through a child’s eyes, and will be found in

Bagoo’s collection of poems, “Trick Vessels”,

to be published by Shearsman in March 2012.

 

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Glossary:

Savannah:   Queen’s Park Savannah, huge park in Port-of-Spain;

central festivities site for Carnival – Parade of Bands,

Crowning of Calypso Monarchs, etc.

chip – to step or shuffle in time to the music

dollar wine – a reference to the 1991 calypso hit by Colin Lucas,

“Dollar Wine”

Panorama:  Carnival competition for Best

Pan Orchestra (i.e. Steel Band)

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Ataulfo Alves: “In a masquerade of Joy I hid my Sadness…”

Ataulfo Alves  (Sambista brasileiro, 1906-1969)

“Ilusão de carnaval”

.

Mascarado de alegria

Escondi minha tristeza

Terminada a folia

Sou mais triste com certeza

Ilusão de carnaval

Enganei somente a mim

Sem pensar que afinal

Carnaval também tem fim.

*

Ataulfo Alves 

(Brazilian Samba composer, 1906-1969)

“Carnival Illusion”

.

In a masquerade of Joy

I hid my Sadness.

Revelry done,

More sad than ever

Am I…

.

You Illusion – oh Carnival !

I merely tricked myself

Without thinking that,

After all,

Carnival too comes to an end.

 

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Translation from Portuguese:

Alexander Best