Passover poems: “An experience of redemption, more or less…”
Posted: April 7, 2012 Filed under: English Comments Off on Passover poems: “An experience of redemption, more or less…”Mrs. Bracha Meshchaninov
“Pesach”*
House cleaned
more or less
kitchen surfaces covered
more or less
food ready
more or less
an experience of redemption
more or less
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“The Seder”**
We chewed the hand-made bread
of redemption
and wine specially made
children primed for performance… performed
and wonderful guests came and prayed
yet his eyes were sad and her skin showed strain
We left Mitzraim***
but in pain we stayed.
* Pesach = Passover, the Jewish holyday and festival
** The Seder = a ritual feast of Passover, includes family and friends
re-telling the story of the Israelites’ flight from Ancient Egypt
*** We left “Mitzraim” = We left “Ancient Egypt”,
referring to The Exodus from slavery under The Pharaohs
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Today, April 7th, is the first day of Passover 2012.
Jesus’ Descent from The Cross: 3 contemporary painters
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Pauline Johnson: “I do not feel the thorns so much today…”
Posted: April 6, 2012 Filed under: English, Pauline Johnson Comments Off on Pauline Johnson: “I do not feel the thorns so much today…”
Pauline Johnson (“Tekahionwake”)
(Ontario Mohawk poet, 1861-1913)
“Brier: Good Friday”
Because, dear Christ, your tender, wounded arm
Bends back the brier that edges life’s long way,
That no hurt comes to heart, to soul no harm,
I do not feel the thorns so much today.
*
Because I never knew your care to tire,
Your hand to weary guiding me aright,
Because you walk before and crush the brier,
It does not pierce my feet so much tonight.
*
Because so often you have hearkened to
My selfish prayers, I ask but one thing now,
That these harsh hands of mine add not unto
The crown of thorns upon your bleeding brow.
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Poema para Viernes Santo / “Good Friday” poem: Javier Álvarez
Posted: April 6, 2012 Filed under: English, Javier Álvarez, Spanish, ZP Translator: Lidia García Garay Comments Off on Poema para Viernes Santo / “Good Friday” poem: Javier Álvarez
Javier Álvarez
“Good Friday”
It’s gone to the dogs, this afternoon;
a cold rain slaps my face,
the wind numbs my skin.
A bad day for running!
On the rock the rain’s turned to snow.
That proverb’s proven again:
Comes snow in October, seven months till it’s over.
Yes, a rotten day for running!
Dismal April afternoon,
not a soul in the street.
A darkness like winter’s
– the wrong day for rushing around!
Vast hellish afternoon
that the mind carves in verse:
“Save humankind, oh Lord, in this hour
of horror, of tragic destiny;
we know neither where we’re headed, nor whence we came…”
Gloomy night of death,
this evening in transit
– Good Friday evening –
A terrible day to be running…away!
Editor’s note:
In Latin-American cultures Good Friday, traditionally, has been a day to
tread softly upon the ground – not to pound or stomp, or run. The folk
belief is that we walk this day and night upon the body of Jesus.
Álvarez the poet may also be implying that we cannot run away from the
truth of pain, sacrifice, suffering.
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Javier Álvarez
“Viernes Santo”
Tarde de perros;
la lluvia fría azota la cara,
el viento entumece la piel.
¡Mal día para correr!
En la peña el agua es nieve.
El dicho se cumple otra vez:
La de octubre, siete meses cubre *.
¡Mal día para correr!
Tarde desolada de abril,
ni un alma por la calle.
Oscuridad de invierno,
¡Mal día para correr!
Tarde de abismal infierno,
que la mente cincela en verso:
“Salva al hombre, Señor, en esta hora
horrorosa, de trágico destino;
no sabe adónde va, de dónde vino…”
Noche oscura de muerte
esta tarde de tránsito:
Tarde de Viernes Santo
– ¡Mal día para correr!
* “La nieve de octubre siete meses cubre” (un refrán castellano)
Traducción del español al inglés / Translation from Spanish into English:
Lidia García Garay
Mike Finley: “Hot and Cold Running Good Friday” / “Un Viernes Santo corriente-caliente-y-frío”
Posted: April 6, 2012 Filed under: English, Mike Finley, Spanish, ZP Translator: Alexander Best Comments Off on Mike Finley: “Hot and Cold Running Good Friday” / “Un Viernes Santo corriente-caliente-y-frío”_____
Mike Finley
“Un Viernes Santo corriente-caliente-y-frío”
Día frío-dulce de abril
o mayo, y los bulbos
se agachan como cobardes
detrás de puertas atornilladas,
chubascos aislados
e incidencias de pecado
mojan las aceras
y humedecen la piel.
*
El agua mana de mí
mientras la tortura retuerce
mi sonrisa a una mueca,
las manos se hacen puños.
Tantas veces yo estuve apaleado por el camino
y miré hacia arriba y no había ningún velo
para agarrar el sudor.
*
Nuestro Señor, que está en el Cielo,
amo al Judío que se murió por mí
(aunque sé que es tontería),
y abril es un mes atontado y casi cruel.
Y los poemas son criaturas dando volteretas,
panfletos, circulares,
volando por
debajo de mis pies, y
la tierra que yo remuevo.
Traducción del inglés al español: Alexander Best
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Mike Finley
“Hot-and-Cold-Running Good Friday”
A cold warm day in April
or May, and the bulbs
crouch like cowards
behind bolted doors,
occasional showers
and occasions of sin
dampen the sidewalks
and moisten the skin.
Water flows from me
as the torture twists
my grin to a grimace,
my hands into fists.
How many times was I
battered by road and looked
up and there was no veil
to catch my sweat.
Our father who art in heaven,
I love the Jew who died for me
though I know it is nonsense,
and April is a foolish, cruelish month.
And poems are cartwheeling
creatures, flyers, circulars,
winging their way beneath
my feet and the earth I roll away.
José López Vásquez: One’s own personal “Calvary” / Su “Calvario” personal
Posted: April 6, 2012 Filed under: English, José López Vásquez, Spanish Comments Off on José López Vásquez: One’s own personal “Calvary” / Su “Calvario” personal
José López Vásquez (nace/born 1986, Managua, Nicaragua)
“Calvario”
No tuve última cena, no conocí huerto de olivos,
no tuve discípulos pero si un Iscariote.
Sobraron Caífaces, Pilatos, Heródes, para condenar
mis parábolas, pero no hubo un Barrabás que compitiera en
Pascua conmigo.
En mi tórrido sendero al Gólgota no hubo
Verónica ni Cirineo pero si hubo latigazos,
mofa y escupitajos. En mi crucificción no
hubo un pretoriano que humedeciera al menos
con vinagre mis labios, ni un Dimas ni un
Gestas ni una María acompañándome.
Ningún Arimateano me bajó de la cruz.
Nunca resucité.
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“Calvary”
I had no Last Supper, I knew no olive grove,
had no disciples, only an Iscariot*.
There were plenty of Caliphs, Pilates and Herods to condemn
my parables, but there was no Barabbas that might’ve
competed with me at Easter.
On my torrid path to Golgotha there was
neither Veronica nor Simon of Cyrene but there were lashes of the whip,
jeers and gobs of spit. At my crucifixion
there was no Praetorian guard who might’ve
moistened my lips with vinegar, neither was there a Dismas**
nor a Gestas** or a Mary Magdalene to keep me company.
Not a single Arimathean lowered me from the cross.
And I never rose from the dead.
*Judas
**Dismas and Gestas, the Good Thief and Bad Thief,
crucified alongside Jesus
Translation from Spanish into English: Alexander Best
William Blake: “Quinta-feira Santa” / Holy Thursday
Posted: April 5, 2012 Filed under: English, Portuguese, William Blake Comments Off on William Blake: “Quinta-feira Santa” / Holy Thursday_____
William Blake (1757-1827)
“Quinta-feira Santa”
É coisa santa de se ver,
Em terra fértil e opulenta,
Deixar na miséria um bebê,
Nutrido por mão avarenta?
*
Este grito é uma canção?
Será ela de alegria?
E tantas crianças pobres?
É uma terra de indigência!
*
E seu sol nunca tem brilho.
Seus campos secos, desertos
Seus caminhos, com espinhos
E lá é um eterno inverno.
*
Pois onde quer que o sol brilhe
Onde quer que a chuva assente:
Bebês não podem passar fome
Nem miséria assustar a mente.
(1794, Canções da Experiência)
Tradução inglês-português: Mário Alves Coutinho, Leonardo Gonçalves
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William Blake (1757-1827)
“Holy Thursday”
Is this a holy thing to see
In a rich and fruitful land,
Babes reduced to misery,
Fed with cold and usurious hand?
*
Is that trembling cry a song?
Can it be a song of joy?
And so many children poor?
It is a land of poverty!
*
And their sun does never shine,
And their fields are bleak and bare,
And their ways are filled with thorns:
It is eternal winter there.
*
For where-e’er the sun does shine,
And where-e’er the rain does fall,
Babe can never hunger there,
Nor poverty the mind appall.
(1794, Songs of Experience)
Editor’s note: In this poem Blake drew attention to the misery of orphans and foundlings in England.
And Maundy/Holy Thursday – the day before Good Friday – was when the monarch and the nobility
would make ostentatious displays of charity toward the poor.
Rainer Maria Rilke: “Upon Seeing Leonardo da Vinci’s ‘The Last Supper’, Milan, 1904”
Posted: April 5, 2012 Filed under: English, German, Rainer Maria Rilke Comments Off on Rainer Maria Rilke: “Upon Seeing Leonardo da Vinci’s ‘The Last Supper’, Milan, 1904”
Rainer Maria Rilke
“Upon Seeing Leonardo da Vinci’s ‘The Last Supper’, Milan, 1904”
They are assembled, astonished and disturbed
round him, who like a sage resolved his fate,
and now leaves those to whom he most belonged,
leaving and passing by them like a stranger.
The loneliness of old comes over him
which helped mature him for his deepest acts;
now will he once again walk through the olive grove,
and those who love him still will flee before his sight.
*
To this last supper he has summoned them,
and (like a shot that scatters birds from trees)
their hands draw back from reaching for the loaves
upon his word: they fly across to him;
they flutter, frightened, round the supper table
searching for an escape. But he is present
everywhere like an all-pervading twilight-hour.
Translation from German into English: Albert Ernest Flemming
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Rainer Maria Rilke
“Das Abendmahl”
Sie sind versammelt, staunende Verstörte,
um ihn, der wie ein Weiser sich beschließt,
und der sich fortnimmt denen er gehörte
und der an ihnen fremd vorüberfließt.
*
Die alte Einsamkeit kommt über ihn,
die ihn erzog zu seinem tiefen Handeln;
nun wird er wieder durch den Oelwald wandeln,
und die ihn lieben, werden vor ihm fliehn.
*
Er hat sie zu dem letzten Tisch entboten
und (wie ein Schuß die Vögel aus den Schoten
scheucht) scheucht er ihre Hände aus den Broten
mit seinem Wort: sie fliegen zu ihm her;
*
sie flattern bange durch die Tafelrunde
und suchen einen Ausgang. Aber er
ist überall wie eine Dämmerstunde.
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Editor’s note:
In Leonardo da Vinci’s 1498 mural – as in Gianpietrino’s 1520 “copy” –
the painter has chosen from biblical scripture the moment
immediately after Jesus says:
Amen, I say to you
that one from among
you is going to
deliver me up [“betray me”],
one of you who is eating with me.
The painting depicts the disciples’ reactions to Jesus’ words.
Daniel Chirom: Leonardo and The Last Supper
Posted: April 5, 2012 Filed under: Daniel Chirom, English, Spanish, ZP Translator: Alexander Best Comments Off on Daniel Chirom: Leonardo and The Last SupperDaniel Chirom (born 1955, Argentina)
Leonardo and The Last Supper
.
Under commission to Ludovico il Moro
I did “The Last Supper”, in careful detail, over a period of three years.
I made not a single mistake
– it was my intention that Christ and his apostles
would be disintegrating over time.
When perhaps the Supper is to be served again
another Ludovico will order me to re-do it
– at least until the wine runs out.
I trust in the eternal thirst of humankind.
. . .
Editor’s note:
Ludovico il Moro was Duke of Milan, and a patron of the arts.
In 1496 he commissioned Leonardo da Vinci to paint “The Last Supper”
on a wall inside a Dominican convent. Da Vinci did not use
traditional fresco techniques, rather he experimented.
His method, and the paints he used, have not stood the test of time;
the mural has had to be restored repeatedly.
.
Translation from Spanish into English: Alexander Best
. . .
Daniel Chirom (nace 1955, Argentina)
Leonardo y la última cena
.
Por encargo de Ludovico el Moro
deletreé durante tres años la Última Cena.
No cometí ningún error,
fue mi voluntad que Cristo y sus apóstoles
se fueran desintegrando con el tiempo.
Cuando la Cena sea nuevamente servida
otro Ludovico me encargará rehacerla
hasta que el vino vuelva a escasear.
Confío en la eterna sed del hombre.
. . .
Poème pour Dimanche des Rameaux: “L’Âne” / “The Donkey”: a poem for Palm Sunday
Posted: April 1, 2012 Filed under: English, French, G. K. Chesterton, ZP Translator: Lidia García Garay Comments Off on Poème pour Dimanche des Rameaux: “L’Âne” / “The Donkey”: a poem for Palm Sunday
G. K. Chesterton
(1874-1936)
L’Âne
Quand les poissons volaeint et les fôrets marchaient
Et les figues poussaient sur les épines,
Lorsque la lune était sang
Á ce moment lá, je suis sûrement né.
Avec une tête monstrueuse et un braiement écouerant
Et les oreilles comme des ailes sans racines;
C’est la parodie marchante du Diable,
Sur ses quatre pattes.
Les brigands en loques de la terre,
D’ancienne volonté tordue;
M’affament, me fouettent; se moquent de moi: je suis muet,
Je garde mon secret en silence.
Imbéciles! Car j’ai aussi eu mon heure;
Une heure acharnée et douce;
Il y a eu un cri près de mes oreilles,
Et des rameaux devant mes pieds.
Traduction en français / Translation from English into French: Lidia García Garay
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G. K. Chesterton (1874-1936)
The Donkey
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born.
With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil’s walking parody
On all four-footed things.
The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.
Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.
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