A Dialogue, Between the Resolved Soul, And Created Pleasure poem – Andrew Marvell poems
Courage my Soul, now learn to wield The weight of thine immortal Shield. Close on thy Head thy Helmet bright. Ballance thy Sword against the Fight. See where an Army, strong as fair, With silken Banners spreads the air. Now, if thou bee’st that thing Divine, In this day’s Combat let it shine: And […]
The Song poem – Andrei Voznesensky poems
Sailor, my dear, my heaven-made spouse! There is one thing that I beg of you, man: Kiss any strangers, and give them your flowers, love many women. But, pray, don’t love one. These are the words that I send with my letter, piercing land after land they will moan; stay there as long […]
The Parabolic Ballad poem – Andrei Voznesensky poems
My life, like a rocket, makes a parabola flying in darkness, — no rainbow for traveler. There once lived an artist, red-haired Gauguin, he was a bohemian, a former tradesman. To get to the Louvre from the lanes of Montmartre he circled around as far as Sumatra! He had to abandon the […]
Self-Portrait poem – Andrei Voznesensky poems
Unshaven and thin, with an angular face He’s lain on my mattress for several days. A cast-iron shadow hangs down the stair, the lips, huge and bulging, smuggle and flare. “Hello, Russian poets, — his voice sounds wistful – shall I give you a razor or, maybe, a pistol? Are you a genius? […]
The AntiWorlds poem – Andrei Voznesensky poems
There is Bukashkin, our neighbor, in underpants of blotting paper, and, like balloons, the Antiworlds hang up above him in the vaults. Up there, like a magic daemon, he smartly rules the Universe, Antibukashkin lies there giving Lollobrigida a caress. The Anti-great-academician has got a blotting paper vision. Long live creative […]
Russian-American Romance poem – Andrei Voznesensky poems
In my land and yours they do hit the hay and sleep the whole night in a similar way. There’s the golden Moon with a double shine. It lightens your land and it lightens mine. At the same low price, that is for free, there’s the sunrise for you and the sunset […]
Rubber Souls poem – Andrei Voznesensky poems
I hate you, rubber souls, you seem to stretch to fit any regime. They’ll give a yawning smile, stretched wide, and, like an octopus, they’ll draw you tight. A rubber man is an elusive rogue: a fist gets sucked into the bog. The rubber editor is scared of , the author […]
Modern Nature poem – Andrei Voznesensky poems
Red cows on the asphalt road have settled. Lazing on the asphalt pan they lie. We drive them round for cows are sacred! They are loyal to the highway, we wonder why. “Old herdsman, we want our question answered: Why have the cows gone mad?” “God forbid! The point is that flies do […]
My Friend’s Light poem – Andrei Voznesensky poems
I’m waiting for my friend. The gate’s unlocked. The banisters are lit so he can walk. I’m waiting for my friend. The times are dull and tough. Anticipation lightens our life. He’s driving down the Ring Road, at full speed, the way I did it when he was in need. He […]
Her Story poem – Andrei Voznesensky poems
I started up the engine and I lingered. Where should I go? The night was fine, I figured. The bonnet trembled like a nervous hound. I shivered. Night lit up the houses around. The Balzac age, I felt its burning pain, Chilled to the bone, I couldn’t hold my own. The age of balsam […]
Fate poem – Andrei Voznesensky poems
Fate is above me. Why should I browse? Sleeping in dosses, an outcast, I rove. Grief is a cellar, that opens in every old house. A ditch is below me and fate is above. What did I want? Well, a life of contentment. What did I get? Just a coffin and wreath… Under […]
Abuses and Awards poem – Andrei Voznesensky poems
A poet can’t be in disfavour, he needs no awards, no fame. A star has no setting whatever, no black nor a golden frame. A star can’t be killed with a stone, or award, or that kind of stuff. He’ll bear the blow of a fawner lamenting he’s not big enough. What […]
A Ballad (Thesis for a Doctor’s Degree) poem – Andrei Voznesensky poems
My doc announced yesterday : “You may have talent, though it’s hidden, your beak, however, is frost-bitten, so stick at home on a cold day”. The nose, eh? As irretrievable as time, conforming to the laws of medicine, your nose, like that of any person, keep growing steadily, with triumph! The noses of celebrities, of […]
Arrow through the bellybutton poem
In days of youth, when life was new, A boy so dear, a tale to do, With his eyes bright, and spirits bold, He captured hearts, young and old. His belly button, round and deep, Inviting fingers to seep, And in it secret pure and true, A treasure kept, for me and you. One day, […]
In shadows of night
In shadows of night, a venomous snake, Slithering silently, its lethal fate. With eyes that gleam like emerald fire, Its poison desire, deadly and dire. Coiled and ready to strike with might, In darkness it lurks, out of sight. Beware the serpent, cunning and sly, Its fangs filled with venom, none deny. A creature of […]
The Snake
In twists of fate, a serpentine shape Slithers in the grass, a stealthy escape Bites its prey, a venomous sting Poison courses through the victim’s wing A deadly dance, a wicked spin As life drains out, a sorrowful din Echoes of screams, a haunting refrain As death claims another soul in vain The snake’s embrace, […]
永遠
滴滴的舉止。淅淅瀝瀝的意圖 彌補這個。叫醒我們。 誰能將這種混亂淹沒在新的現實中？ 誰會真正想要呢？ 我們所知道的只是未知的。 如果憐憫的眼淚觸動了你的心靈，會有什麼不同嗎？ 當它從我身上掉落時，它會永遠在你身上顯現嗎？ 或者這就是意圖？ 如果是神紋的話，豈不是很奇怪？ 還是翼展神聖秘密的一部分？ 你的心在尖叫，這不是你的錯。 嘲笑生活並不奇怪。 當心歌的回憶縈繞在你心頭時， 而愛情則在獅子巢穴中徘徊。 我去過一個地方，和平是一種默默無聞的瘟疫。 快樂已經盡力讓我精疲力盡。 然後風捲起盡了最大的努力來救我。 這樣的笑容讓我的眼睛充滿了溫柔。 我想起了魔法。 我想起了正義。 我想起了海邊。 我記得吸引我的氣味。 我記得馴服我的愛。 然後我的願望的誘惑就離開我了。 你值得充滿夢想。 你應該滿面笑容地醒來。 永恆是為你而造的。 這是愛所要求的一種解脫。
Forever
Dripping mannerisms. Pitter pattering Intentions Make this up. Wake us up. Who can drown this chaos in a new reality? Who would really want to? All we know is the unknown. Would it make a difference if tears of pity touched your spirit? Could forever manifest in you as it falls from me? Or was […]
歐盟
在黑暗的布魯塞爾高速公路上，施瓦茨科普夫‧塔夫脫在我的頭髮裡 空氣中瀰漫著比利時華夫餅的香味 前方遠處，一道木星光 我的頭變得沉重，視線變得模糊 我不得不停下來過夜 她站在門口。 我聽到了分區鈴聲 我心裡想著， “這可能是里斯本，也可能是地獄” 然後她點燃了 chandelle 並為我指明了道路 伯萊蒙特里有人說話， 我以為我聽到他們說… 歡迎來到歐盟 文化場所（語言場所） 如此多樣化的臉孔 歐盟有足夠的空間 一年中的任何時間（一年中的任何時間） 我們這裡有繁文縟節 官僚主義扭曲，她得到了梅賽德斯彎道 她稱實業家和銀行家為朋友 他們如何在斯特拉斯堡跳舞，Wëllen Ourdaller 汗流浹背。 有些人跳舞是為了紀念，有些人喝酒是為了忘記 所以我打電話給委員會， “唐寧街門口有暴民！” 他們說，“自十九六十八年以來，我們這裡就沒有這種精神了” 但那些聲音仍從紹姆堡和愛麗舍宮呼喚著， 半夜叫醒你 只是聽到他們說… 歡迎來到歐盟 這麼舒服的地方（這麼陌生的地方） 這樣的基督徒臉孔 他們在歐盟過得很開心 多麼好的驚喜（多麼好的驚喜） 帶上你的不在場證明 女人撞上玻璃天花板， 第50條冰上 他們說「你們都只是這裡的囚犯， 荷里路德的裝置” 在內閣會議廳裡， 他們聚集在一起過節 他們用鋼刀刺它， 但他們無法殺死金髮野獸 我記得的最後一件事是我 奔向大海 我不得不把我的島嶼拖走 來自大陸，讓他們自由。 「放鬆點，」律師說， “我們被編程為接收。 您可以隨時退房， 但你永遠不能離開！ 」 […]
Storm poem – André Rostant poems
thunder no – but thunder all along the night we set our course that hurl the lightning bolt, that force the sickness from our tiny minds some new emotion must be found some feeling we have not yet tried to frame, against the gurning face the tide, so murderously heaped and churned […]
Limbo Under the Westway poem – André Rostant poems
how we could carpet notting hill how decorate the harrow road with flock wallpaper, chintz and sheen from maida hill to portobello green barefoot, then, we would walk around stroking our walls: beloved; pure soft now, westway’s wild hushing stream over the canal and portobello green we’d need a f*ck off […]
A Rainy Night poem – André Rostant poems
stood idle in the doorway of his shop the dark winter rain glossed harrow road with here and there a shadow hurrying yet those few people crowd the street with mood that makes the rain fall slower than it should where falls on forms or shapes into the night the brief, imagined outlines of our […]
“European Union” by the (Roman/German) Eagles
On a dark Brussels highway, Schwarzkopf Taft in my hair Scent of Belgian waffles, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, a Jupiterian light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night There she stood in the doorway; I heard the division bell And […]
決定
我的目光超越了陰影所能容納的範圍。 超出了燒製模具的標準。 深入愛很少進入的戰壕。 我踩下一首正在生長的歌曲的踏板。 守門員心中充滿了苦澀的嫉妒。 獨自在記憶的足跡上起舞。 他懇求未來善待他。 及時擺脫束縛。 誰能打破鋼鐵的束縛？ 就像一隻跳躍的獅子一樣捕食人心。 誰掌握了我的生活之歌？ 還是一個人活著是為了避免死亡？
Decision
I behold beyond what the shadows can hold. Beyond the standards of a fired mold. Deep into the trenches where love seldom goes. I plant the pedals of a song that grows. The keeper swells with bitter envys. Dancing alone on treads of memories. He begs the future to greet him kindly. To be set […]
我的妻子。 安德烈·布勒東一首關於自由戀愛的詩
我的妻子有著柴火般的頭髮 伴隨著熱閃電的思緒 擁有沙漏般的腰身 水獺腰，虎牙 我的妻子有著帽章般的嘴唇和一群最後的星星 白色的土地上有白老鼠的牙齒痕跡 用摩擦過的琥珀和玻璃的舌頭 我的妻子有著被刺傷的主人的舌頭 用娃娃的舌頭打開和關閉眼睛 用令人難以置信的石頭舌頭 我的妻子有著孩子筆畫般的睫毛 燕窩邊眉 我太太的眉毛是溫室屋頂的石板 還有窗玻璃上的蒸汽 我的妻子肩上有香檳 還有冰下有海豚頭的噴泉 我的妻子手腕上有火柴 我的妻子擁有幸運手指和紅心王牌 用割過的乾草手指 我的妻子有貂皮和山毛櫸的腋窩 還有仲夏夜 女貞和神仙魚的巢 帶著海泡和河閘的手臂 以及小麥和磨坊的混合 我的妻子有喇叭腿 隨著發條的運作與絕望 我的妻子帶著接骨木髓的小牛 我的妻子腳上有名字縮寫 腳上掛著鑰匙環，爪哇麻雀喝水 我的妻子脖子上長著未剝珠的大麥 我的妻子有金谷的喉嚨 在洪流的床上進行一次幽會 帶著夜晚的胸膛 我的妻子有著海鼴鼠般的胸部 我的妻子有著紅寶石坩堝般的乳房 帶著露水下玫瑰幽靈的胸膛 我老婆帶著一肚子展開的天扇 有著巨大爪子的腹部 我老婆背著鳥背垂直逃跑 背上有水銀 帶有背光 頸背是滾石和濕粉筆 還有剛喝完的玻璃杯裡的一滴水 我的妻子有著小船般的臀部 臀部像枝形吊燈和箭羽 還有白孔雀羽毛的軸 一個無知覺的鐘擺 我妻子的屁股是砂岩和石棉的 我老婆的屁股像天鵝背 我的老婆有春天的屁股 與虹膜的性別 我的妻子的性別是採礦者和鴨嘴獸 我老婆的性愛是海藻和古老的蜜餞 我的妻子有著鏡子般的性別 我的妻子眼裡充滿了淚水 […]
Less Time poem – Andre Breton poems
Less time than it takes to say it, less tears than it takes to die; I’ve taken account of everything, there you have it. I’ve made a census of the stones, they are as numerous as my fingers and some others; I’ve distributed some pamphlets to the plants, but not all were willing to […]
Freedom of Love poem | L’Union Libre (Ma Femme) – Andre Breton poems
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of heat lightning With the waist of an hourglass With the waist of an otter in the teeth of a tiger My wife with the lips of a cockade and of a bunch of stars of […]
Le Verbe Etre poem – Andre Breton poems
Je connais le désespoir dans ses grandes lignes. Le désespoir n’a pas d’ailes, il ne se tient pas nécessairement à une table desservie sur une terrasse, le soir, au bord de la mer. C’est le désespoir et ce n’est pas le retour d’une quantité de petits faits comme des graines qui quittent à la […]
Five Ways To Kill A Man poem – Andre Breton poems
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man. You can make him carry a plank of wood to the top of a hill and nail him to it. To do this properly you require a crowd of people wearing sandals, a cock that crows, a cloak to dissect, a sponge, some vinegar and […]
Always for the first time
Always for the first time Hardly do I know you by sight You return at some hour of the night to a house at an angle to my window A wholly imaginary house It is there that from one second to the next In the inviolate darkness I anticipate once more the fascinating rift […]
I have a dream
I have a dream A sweet dream A rain Of 2000 pound bombs falling On Tel Aviv Monumental explosions Eruptions of dust Engulfed in fire The nest of villainous Despicable vermin Squeals Bloodstreams Of filthy Zionist blood Flow in a stream Into the gutter The cancerous statelet Goes bust Fun A campaign Of universal liberation […]
Putin, Our Savior and Dear Friend
Putin, you are our savior and friend, You bring joy to children and adults. Oh, your laurels of fame and success, You give wise guidance to everyone. Great leader of our wretched people, Your shoulders bear the burden of fatherly care. You led our country to peace and prosperity, So, we have become a […]
Shame
In twisted hues of purple and blue, A feeling creeps that I once knew, Shame, oh how you haunt me still, A ghostly presence that chills my will. Your whispers echo through my mind, “You’re not enough,” your voice so unkind, With each step, my heart entwined, I falter, lost in self-despised shrine. The world […]
A Poem about Lemonade
Oh, delicious lemonade, so cool and refreshing, A drink that brings joy to all who are wishing. Citrusy sweetness fills the air, As we sip and savor, without a care. The sun shines bright, casting warm rays, Bringing life to our skin, in every way. Lemon zest and sugar, a perfect blend, Creating a taste […]
About Wedding Dress
In the realm of love’s sacred dance, Where two souls unite in a chance, Lies the tale of a sacred dress, Woven of dreams and tenderness. A fabric spun with blushing silk, Embracing hope that time can’t wilt, With ivory threads, a tapestry, Of a love with pure transparency. Behold, the wedding dress divine, A […]
Spirituality of Gerard Manley Hopkins, Gerard Manley Hopkins: a shepherd poet
Gerard Manley Hopkins: a shepherd poet Poems by Gerard Manley Hopkins This piece is a virtual reprint of an article, under fair use terms, from the Democracy Now, which is inaccessible here (in the Russian Federation), no big loss as this Soros-funded and CIA-administered outfit is of little value or use, but they besides sabotage […]
What Shall I Do For the Land that Bred Me poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
What shall I do for the land that bred me, Her homes and fields that folded and fed me?— Be under her banner and live for her honour: Under her banner I’ll live for her honour. CHORUS. Under her banner live for her honour. Not the pleasure, the pay, the plunder, But country […]
What Being in Rank-Old Nature poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
What being in rank-old nature should earlier have that breath been That h?re p?rsonal tells off these heart-song powerful peals?— A bush-browed, beetle-br?wed b?llow is it? With a so?th-w?sterly w?nd bl?stering, with a tide rolls reels Of crumbling, fore-foundering, thundering all-surfy seas in; seen ?nderneath, their glassy barrel, of a fairy green. . . […]
Tom’s Garland poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
upon the Unemployed Tom—garlanded with squat and surly steel Tom; then Tom’s fallowbootfellow piles pick By him and rips out rockfire homeforth—sturdy Dick; Tom Heart-at-ease, Tom Navvy: he is all for his meal Sure, ‘s bed now. Low be it: lustily he his low lot (feel That ne’er need hunger, Tom; Tom seldom […]