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T O P I C R E V I E WLialeiXXVIIILove, from seed to seed, from planet to planet,the wind with its net through the darkening nations,war with its bloody shoes,or even the day, with a thorny night.Wherever we went, islands or bridges or flags,there were the violins of the fleeting autumn,bullet-laced;happiness echoing at the rim of the wineglass;sorrow detaining us, with its lessons of tears.Through all those republics the wind whipped ---its arrogant pavillions, its glacial hair;it would return the flowers, later, to their work.But no withering autumn ever touched us.In our stable place a love sprouted, grew: as rightfully empowered as the dew. LialeiLXXMaybe-- though I do not bleed---I am wounded,walkingalong one of the rays of your life.In the middle of the jungle the water stops me,the rain that falls with its sky.Then I touch the heart that fell, raining:there I know it was your eyesthat pierced me, into my grief's vast hinterlands.And only a shadow's whisper appears,Who is it? Who is it?, but it has no name,the leaf or dark water that pattersin the middle of the jungle, deaf along the paths:so, my love, I knew that I was wounded,and no one spoke there except the shadows,the wandering night, the kiss of the rain. LialeiXLIVYou must know that I do not love and that I love you,because everything has its two sides;a word is one wing of the silence,fire has its cold half.I love you in order to begin to love you,to start infinity againand never to stop loving you:that's why I do not love you yet.I love you, and I do not love you, as if I heldkeys in my hand: to a future of joy ---a wretched, muddled fate ---My love has two lives, in order to love you:that's why I love you when I do not love you,and also why I love you when I do. LialeiXLVDon't go far off, not even for a day, because ---because --- I don't know how to say it:a day is longand I will be waiting for you,as in an empty stationwhen the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.Don't leave me, even for an hour, becausethen the little drops of anguish will all runtogether,the smoke that roams looking for a home will driftinto me, choking my lost heart.Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,because in that moment you'll have gone so farI'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying? Heart--Shaped Cross NosiS He's quite a treasure! AcousticGodThat was niceLialeiStephen~ NosiS~ yes he is. He sets my heart on gentle waves.AG more~~XLVIOf all the stars I admired, drenchedin various rivers and mists,I chose only the one I love.Since then I sleep with the night.Of all the waves, one wave and another wave,green sea, green chill,branchings of green,I chose only the one wave,the indivisible wave of your body.All the waterdrops, all the roots,all the threads of lightgathered to me here;they came to me sooner or later.I wanted your hair, all for myself.From all the gracesmy homeland offeredI chose only your savage heart.1. XXXIXWhen I die, I want yourhands on my eyes;I want the light and wheatof your beloved handsto pass their freshness over me once more;I want to feel the softnessthat changed my destiny.I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep.I want your ears still to hear the wind, I want you to sniff the sea's aromathat we loved together,to continue to walk on the sand we walk on.I want what I love to continue to live,and you whom I love and sangabove everything elseto continue to flourish, full-flowered:so that you can reach everythingmy love directs you to,so that my shadow can travelalong in your hair,so that everything can learnthe reason for my song.VILost in the forest, I broke offa dark twigand lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:maybe it was the voice ofthe rain crying,a cracked bell, or a torn heart.Something from far off: it seemeddeep and secret to me,hidden by the earth,a shout muffled by huge autumns,by the moist half-opendarkness of the leaves.Wakening from the dreaming forest there,the hazel-sprigsang under my tongue,its drifting fragranceclimbed up throughmy conscious mindas if suddenlythe roots I had left behindcried out to me, the land I had lostwith my childhood ---and I stopped,wounded by the wandering scent. dafremen 26taurus Thank you, Lia.Heart--Shaped Cross writesomething"I do not love you except because I love you;I go from loving to not loving you,From waiting to not waiting for youMy heart moves from cold to fire.I love you only because it's you the one I love;I hate you deeply, and hating youBend to you, and the measure of my changing love for youIs that I do not see you but love you blindly.Maybe January light will consumeMy heart with its cruelRay, stealing my key to true calm.In this part of the story I am the one whoDies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood."NosiSThese translations were done well.His original poems (in Spanish) are really exquisite. Ah... writesomethingTonight I can write the saddest lines Tonight I can write the saddest lines.Write, for example,'The night is shatteredand the blue stars shiver in the distance.'The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.Tonight I can write the saddest lines.I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.Through nights like this one I held her in my armsI kissed her again and again under the endless sky.She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.How could one not have loved her great still eyes.Tonight I can write the saddest lines.To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.What does it matter that my love could not keep her.The night is shattered and she is not with me.This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.My sight searches for her as though to go to her.My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.The same night whitening the same trees.We, of that time, are no longer the same.I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.Love is so short, forgetting is so long.Because through nights like this one I held her in my armsmy sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.Though this be the last pain that she makes me sufferand these the last verses that I write for her. Pearlty
Love, from seed to seed, from planet to planet,the wind with its net through the darkening nations,war with its bloody shoes,or even the day, with a thorny night.
Wherever we went, islands or bridges or flags,there were the violins of the fleeting autumn,bullet-laced;happiness echoing at the rim of the wineglass;sorrow detaining us, with its lessons of tears.
Through all those republics the wind whipped ---its arrogant pavillions, its glacial hair;it would return the flowers, later, to their work.
But no withering autumn ever touched us.In our stable place a love sprouted, grew: as rightfully empowered as the dew.
Maybe-- though I do not bleed---I am wounded,walkingalong one of the rays of your life.In the middle of the jungle the water stops me,the rain that falls with its sky.
Then I touch the heart that fell, raining:there I know it was your eyesthat pierced me, into my grief's vast hinterlands.And only a shadow's whisper appears,
Who is it? Who is it?, but it has no name,the leaf or dark water that pattersin the middle of the jungle, deaf along the paths:
so, my love, I knew that I was wounded,and no one spoke there except the shadows,the wandering night, the kiss of the rain.
You must know that I do not love and that I love you,because everything has its two sides;a word is one wing of the silence,fire has its cold half.
I love you in order to begin to love you,to start infinity againand never to stop loving you:that's why I do not love you yet.
I love you, and I do not love you, as if I heldkeys in my hand: to a future of joy ---a wretched, muddled fate ---
My love has two lives, in order to love you:that's why I love you when I do not love you,and also why I love you when I do.
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because ---because --- I don't know how to say it:a day is longand I will be waiting for you,as in an empty stationwhen the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don't leave me, even for an hour, becausethen the little drops of anguish will all runtogether,the smoke that roams looking for a home will driftinto me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you'll have gone so farI'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
He's quite a treasure!
NosiS~ yes he is. He sets my heart on gentle waves.
AG
more~~
XLVI
Of all the stars I admired, drenchedin various rivers and mists,I chose only the one I love.Since then I sleep with the night.
Of all the waves, one wave and another wave,green sea, green chill,branchings of green,I chose only the one wave,the indivisible wave of your body.
All the waterdrops, all the roots,all the threads of lightgathered to me here;they came to me sooner or later.
I wanted your hair, all for myself.From all the gracesmy homeland offeredI chose only your savage heart.
1. XXXIX
When I die, I want yourhands on my eyes;I want the light and wheatof your beloved handsto pass their freshness over me once more;I want to feel the softnessthat changed my destiny.
I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep.I want your ears still to hear the wind, I want you to sniff the sea's aromathat we loved together,to continue to walk on the sand we walk on.
I want what I love to continue to live,and you whom I love and sangabove everything elseto continue to flourish, full-flowered:
so that you can reach everythingmy love directs you to,so that my shadow can travelalong in your hair,so that everything can learnthe reason for my song.
VI
Lost in the forest, I broke offa dark twigand lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:maybe it was the voice ofthe rain crying,a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
Something from far off: it seemeddeep and secret to me,hidden by the earth,a shout muffled by huge autumns,by the moist half-opendarkness of the leaves.
Wakening from the dreaming forest there,the hazel-sprigsang under my tongue,its drifting fragranceclimbed up throughmy conscious mind
as if suddenlythe roots I had left behindcried out to me, the land I had lostwith my childhood ---and I stopped,wounded by the wandering scent.
Thank you, Lia.
I love you only because it's you the one I love;I hate you deeply, and hating youBend to you, and the measure of my changing love for youIs that I do not see you but love you blindly.
Maybe January light will consumeMy heart with its cruelRay, stealing my key to true calm.
In this part of the story I am the one whoDies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood."
His original poems (in Spanish) are really exquisite. Ah...
Write, for example,'The night is shatteredand the blue stars shiver in the distance.'
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my armsI kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.The night is shattered and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight searches for her as though to go to her.My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my armsmy sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me sufferand these the last verses that I write for her.
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