by Aimé Césaire
As soon as I press the little pawl that I have under my tongue at a spot that escapes all detection all microscopic bombardment all dowser divination all scholarly prospecting beneath it triple layer of false eyelashes of centuries of insults of strata of madrepores of what I must call my niagara cavern in a burst of cockroaches in a cobra twitch a tongue like a cause for astonishment makes the leap of a machine for spitting a mouthful of curses a rising of the sewers of hell a premonitory ejaculation a urinary spurt a foul emission a sulfuric rhythm feeding an uninterruption of interjections—and then right there pushing between the paving stones the furious blue eucalypti that leave far behind them the splendor of veronicas, skulls smack in the delirium of dust like the jaboticaba plum and then right there started up like the loud buzzing of a hornet the true war of devolution in which all means are justified right there the passenger pigeons of the conflagration right there the crackling of secret transmitters and the thick tufts of black smoke that resemble the vaginal vegetation thrust into the air by rutting loins. I count. Obstructing the street a honey-colored armillaria lying dwarf-like on its side a church uprooted and reduced by catastrophe to its true proportions of a public urinal. I cross over collapsed bridges. I cross under new arches. Toboggan eye at the bottom of a cheek amidst woodwinds and well-polished brasses a house abutting an abyss with in cut-away view the violated virginity of the daughter of the house the lost goods and chattels of the father and the mother who believed in the dignity of mankind and in the bottom of a wool stocking the testicles pierced by the knitting needle of an unemployed workman from distant lands.
I place my hand on my forehead it’s a hatching of monsoons. I place my hand on my dick. It fainted in leaf smoke. All the deserter light of the sky has taken refuge in the red white and yellow heated bars of snakes attentive to the wasting away of this landscape sneered at by dog piss.
For what?
The planets are very fertile birds that constantly and majestically disclose their guano silos
the earth on its spit alternatively vomits grease from each of its facets
fistfuls of fish hook their emergency lights to the pilasters of stars whose ancient slippage crumbles away during the night in a thick very bitter flavor of coca.
Who among you has never happened to strike an earth because of its inhabitants’ malice? Today I am standing and in the sole whiteness that men have never recognized in me.
Aimé Césaire: The Collected Poetry
Copyright ©:
2010. Translated by Clayton Eshleman & A. James Arnold
A few random poems:
- Владимир Британишский – А весна наступает все же
- Dedication From Moremi by Wole Soyinka
- Алексей Жемчужников – Осенью в швейцарской деревне
- Ольга Ермолаева – Всю эту печаль невозможно вместить целиком
- Владимир Маяковский – Нормализованная гайка (РОСТА № 171)
- Sometimes….Life’s A Beach by Stevens Cadet
- Николай Языков – Элегия (День ненастный, темный; тучи)
- Orlando Furioso Canto 12 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Вероника Тушнова – Ты любил, и я тебя любила
- haiku
- The Seven Of Pentacles by Marge Piercy
- Risus Dei by Thomas Edward Brown
- The Hermit At Outermost House by Sylvia Plath
- Parting by William Butler Yeats
- Robert Burns: Robin Shure In Hairst:
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
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Poems in English
- A Lover poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- In Excelsis poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- In A Time Of Dearth poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Granadilla poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Free Fantasia On Japanese Themes poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Flute-Priest Song For Rain poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Aliens poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- A Lover poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Autum by T.S. Hulme
- America
- The Hanging Tree
- Wolves by Mary Bone
- Wind poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- White and Green poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Vintage poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Venus Transiens poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Venetian Glass poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Two Travellers in the Place Vendome poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- To John Keats poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- To Elizabeth Ward Perkins poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
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Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
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Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works