Poems about Translation

• Ballad of the Moon, Moon

      The moon came to the forge
  wearing a bustle of nards.

  by Federico Garcia Lorca 40 lines, 3 comments
• Il Pleure dans mon Coeur

  Il pleure dans mon coeur
  Comme il pleut sur la ville.

  by Paul Verlaine 42 lines, 2 comments
• Walking Around (Original Spanish)

  (Original Spanish; can someone provide the title?)
  Sucede que me canso de ser hombre.

  by Pablo Neruda 112 lines
• Pleasures (Translation with the original German, "Vergnügungen")

  First look from morning's window
  The rediscovered book

  by Bertolt Brecht 38 lines
• Der Pflaumenbaum (The Plum Tree, translation)

  Im Hofe steht ein Pflaumenbaum,
  Der ist so klein, man glaubt es kaum.

  by Bertolt Brecht 46 lines
• It Rains in My Heart (Il pleure dans mon coeur)

  It rains in my heart
  As it rains on the town,

  by Paul Verlaine 44 lines
• About the Seduction of an Angel (Translation with original German)

  Über die Verführung von Engeln
  Engel verführt man gar nicht oder schnell.

  by Bertolt Brecht 35 lines
• Future Generations (Translation of "Den Nachgeborenen")

  I confess this:
  I have no hope.

  by Bertolt Brecht 19 lines, 1 comment
• Sauna and Coitus (Translation with original German)

  Sauna und Beischlaf
  Am besten fickt man erst und badet dann.

  by Bertolt Brecht 37 lines
• The Tattered Cord (Der Abgerissen Strick, translation with original German)

  The Tattered Cord
  The tattered cord

  by Bertolt Brecht 29 lines
• Getting Used to Your Name

  After you’ve learned to walk,
  Tell one thing from another,

  by Marin Sorescu 31 lines, 1 comment
• The Whistle

  Suddenly a whistle
  Shrieks out

  by Marin Sorescu 43 lines
• Omens

  If you meet a chair,
  that is good, you will go to Heaven.

  by Marin Sorescu 25 lines, 2 comments
• Questions

  Write me what you're wearing! Is it warm?
  Write me how you lie! Do you lie there softly?

  by Bertolt Brecht 19 lines
• I feel sorry

  I feel sorry for the butterflies
  When I turn off the light,

  by Marin Sorescu 18 lines
• The Snail

  The snail’s covered up
  Its eyes with wax, sunk

  by Marin Sorescu 24 lines
• Superstition

  My cat washes
  with her left paw,

  by Marin Sorescu 37 lines
• Final Songs

  A sleepless night
  Suffering

  by Migjeni 6 lines
• Seneca

  When the sun goes down, they told me,
  I have to slash my veins;

  by Marin Sorescu 21 lines
• Hour-glass

  Do I slowly empty
  Or fill myself?

  by Marin Sorescu 7 lines
• Asking Too Much?

  ‘Suppose that, to give a few lectures,
  daily you had to commute

  by Marin Sorescu 71 lines
• Song of Youth

  Sing, youth, the loveliest song you know!
  Sing the song that seethes within your breast,

  by Migjeni 16 lines
• For as Little as One Life

  Grip the tray of each day
  With both hands

  by Marin Sorescu 28 lines
• Paintings

  All the museums are afraid of me,
  Because each time I spend a whole day

  by Marin Sorescu 65 lines
• The Way

  Thoughtful, hands behind my back,
  I walk between the rails

  by Marin Sorescu 33 lines
• Group

  They’d been living together a long time
  And were beginning to repeat each other:

  by Marin Sorescu 32 lines
• The Sacred Flame

  Throw a few more logs
  on to the sun,

  by Marin Sorescu 27 lines
• Broken Melody

  Broken melody -- tear sparkling in the eye
  Of a woman loved...

  by Migjeni 39 lines
• Perpetuum Mobile

  Between people’s
  ideals

  by Marin Sorescu 26 lines
• Fountains in the Sea

  Water: no matter how much, there is still not enough.
  Cunning life keeps asking for more and then a drop more.

  by Marin Sorescu 28 lines

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