Ardere de tot. Burnt offering
Ardere de tot. Burnt offering
Volumul cuprinde o colectie de poeme bilingve a doi autori, Paulina Popa si James Meredith, cu titlul "Ardere de tot. Burnt offering".
James Meredith locuieste in Belfast, Irlanda, poemele lui fiind publicate in diverse reviste din Europa: The Sting Fly, Abridged & The Honest, ori Black and Blue.
Paulina Popa este poet, publicist, editor,presedinte al festivalului international de Poezie si membru al Uniunii Scriitorilor din Romania.
Fragment:
" PANA ACUM
am fost femeia in casa
am spalat picioarele si am plans
am crezut ca am ochii buni si pasul vioi
am crezut ca poemul e suficient
asa am crezut
pana cand am vazut cu ochii mei
numele poeziei era scris cu sange
ori poate era cemeala rosie
si ochiul meu
nu era format sa faca diferenta
UNTIL NOW
I have also been a maid in my house
I have washed feet and wept
I have believed that my eyes are good and my step nimble
I have believed that poetry is enough
I believed
until I saw with my own eyes
the name of the poem has been written in blood
or maybe in red ink
And my eye
has not been taught to tell the difference
(Paulina Popa)
GHOSTS
All winter long we
sowed seeds, nested.
Melded to one another we
battled the cold as our days
shortened with the nights.
With the seasons' thaw came
an untangling.
We awoke upon a different dawn
highlighting the paucity of our need.
Come summer all that remained were
fingerprints on the dusty shelves & a
palm print on the mirror.
NALUCI
Am pus seminte toata iarna,
le-am facut cuib.
Topiti unul in bratele celuilalt,
am invins frigul cand zilele
se scurtau din pricina noptilor.
Cu dezghetul
a venit si scaparea.
Ne-am desteptat la ivirea noilor zori
luminand putinatatea nevoii noastre.
Vino vara, au ramas doar urmele degetelor
pe rafturile prafuite& urma unei palme
pe oglinda.
( James Meredith) "
James Meredith locuieste in Belfast, Irlanda, poemele lui fiind publicate in diverse reviste din Europa: The Sting Fly, Abridged & The Honest, ori Black and Blue.
Paulina Popa este poet, publicist, editor,presedinte al festivalului international de Poezie si membru al Uniunii Scriitorilor din Romania.
Fragment:
" PANA ACUM
am fost femeia in casa
am spalat picioarele si am plans
am crezut ca am ochii buni si pasul vioi
am crezut ca poemul e suficient
asa am crezut
pana cand am vazut cu ochii mei
numele poeziei era scris cu sange
ori poate era cemeala rosie
si ochiul meu
nu era format sa faca diferenta
UNTIL NOW
I have also been a maid in my house
I have washed feet and wept
I have believed that my eyes are good and my step nimble
I have believed that poetry is enough
I believed
until I saw with my own eyes
the name of the poem has been written in blood
or maybe in red ink
And my eye
has not been taught to tell the difference
(Paulina Popa)
GHOSTS
All winter long we
sowed seeds, nested.
Melded to one another we
battled the cold as our days
shortened with the nights.
With the seasons' thaw came
an untangling.
We awoke upon a different dawn
highlighting the paucity of our need.
Come summer all that remained were
fingerprints on the dusty shelves & a
palm print on the mirror.
NALUCI
Am pus seminte toata iarna,
le-am facut cuib.
Topiti unul in bratele celuilalt,
am invins frigul cand zilele
se scurtau din pricina noptilor.
Cu dezghetul
a venit si scaparea.
Ne-am desteptat la ivirea noilor zori
luminand putinatatea nevoii noastre.
Vino vara, au ramas doar urmele degetelor
pe rafturile prafuite& urma unei palme
pe oglinda.
( James Meredith) "
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Volumul cuprinde o colectie de poeme bilingve a doi autori, Paulina Popa si James Meredith, cu titlul "Ardere de tot. Burnt offering".
James Meredith locuieste in Belfast, Irlanda, poemele lui fiind publicate in diverse reviste din Europa: The Sting Fly, Abridged & The Honest, ori Black and Blue.
Paulina Popa este poet, publicist, editor,presedinte al festivalului international de Poezie si membru al Uniunii Scriitorilor din Romania.
Fragment:
" PANA ACUM
am fost femeia in casa
am spalat picioarele si am plans
am crezut ca am ochii buni si pasul vioi
am crezut ca poemul e suficient
asa am crezut
pana cand am vazut cu ochii mei
numele poeziei era scris cu sange
ori poate era cemeala rosie
si ochiul meu
nu era format sa faca diferenta
UNTIL NOW
I have also been a maid in my house
I have washed feet and wept
I have believed that my eyes are good and my step nimble
I have believed that poetry is enough
I believed
until I saw with my own eyes
the name of the poem has been written in blood
or maybe in red ink
And my eye
has not been taught to tell the difference
(Paulina Popa)
GHOSTS
All winter long we
sowed seeds, nested.
Melded to one another we
battled the cold as our days
shortened with the nights.
With the seasons' thaw came
an untangling.
We awoke upon a different dawn
highlighting the paucity of our need.
Come summer all that remained were
fingerprints on the dusty shelves & a
palm print on the mirror.
NALUCI
Am pus seminte toata iarna,
le-am facut cuib.
Topiti unul in bratele celuilalt,
am invins frigul cand zilele
se scurtau din pricina noptilor.
Cu dezghetul
a venit si scaparea.
Ne-am desteptat la ivirea noilor zori
luminand putinatatea nevoii noastre.
Vino vara, au ramas doar urmele degetelor
pe rafturile prafuite& urma unei palme
pe oglinda.
( James Meredith) "
James Meredith locuieste in Belfast, Irlanda, poemele lui fiind publicate in diverse reviste din Europa: The Sting Fly, Abridged & The Honest, ori Black and Blue.
Paulina Popa este poet, publicist, editor,presedinte al festivalului international de Poezie si membru al Uniunii Scriitorilor din Romania.
Fragment:
" PANA ACUM
am fost femeia in casa
am spalat picioarele si am plans
am crezut ca am ochii buni si pasul vioi
am crezut ca poemul e suficient
asa am crezut
pana cand am vazut cu ochii mei
numele poeziei era scris cu sange
ori poate era cemeala rosie
si ochiul meu
nu era format sa faca diferenta
UNTIL NOW
I have also been a maid in my house
I have washed feet and wept
I have believed that my eyes are good and my step nimble
I have believed that poetry is enough
I believed
until I saw with my own eyes
the name of the poem has been written in blood
or maybe in red ink
And my eye
has not been taught to tell the difference
(Paulina Popa)
GHOSTS
All winter long we
sowed seeds, nested.
Melded to one another we
battled the cold as our days
shortened with the nights.
With the seasons' thaw came
an untangling.
We awoke upon a different dawn
highlighting the paucity of our need.
Come summer all that remained were
fingerprints on the dusty shelves & a
palm print on the mirror.
NALUCI
Am pus seminte toata iarna,
le-am facut cuib.
Topiti unul in bratele celuilalt,
am invins frigul cand zilele
se scurtau din pricina noptilor.
Cu dezghetul
a venit si scaparea.
Ne-am desteptat la ivirea noilor zori
luminand putinatatea nevoii noastre.
Vino vara, au ramas doar urmele degetelor
pe rafturile prafuite& urma unei palme
pe oglinda.
( James Meredith) "
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