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Naked tree of Athens
Happy new year
Μπούκοβα Γιάννα ποίηση
«Ο ελάχιστος κήπος», Ίκαρος, 2005
Μετάφραση από τα Βουλγαρικά, Δημήτρης Άλλος
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Boukova Iana poetry
“The boat in the eye”, Ikaros 2005
Translation from Bulgarian, Jonathan Dunne
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translations are taken from here
Μπούκοβα Γιάννα ποίηση
"ΟΙ ΒΑΛΚΑΝΙΟΙ ΝΑΙΦ ΖΩΓΡΑΦΟΙ"
Κι όταν έφθασαν μπροστά στην τελευταία πόρτα
οι δικαστές τούς ρώτησαν
(έτσι για να διασκεδάσουν)
Τι είναι αυτό που
με κόπο και μουγκρίσματα σηκώνεται ψηλά
πετάει με ενθουσιασμό
και πέφτει ήσυχα
και ολόκληρο μέσα στις φλόγες
Μπόινγκ – απάντησε ο πυροσβέστης
Το τραγούδι μου – απάντησε ο λιγομίλητος
Το πουλί που διέσχισε πετώντας
Απ’ άκρη σ’ άκρη το κεφάλι μου
και με αγάπησε
– έτσι απάντησε (χαρούμενος!) ο τρίτος
ο πιο μικρός αδελφός
ολόκληρος μέσα στις φλόγες
οι δικαστές τούς ρώτησαν
(έτσι για να διασκεδάσουν)
Τι είναι αυτό που
με κόπο και μουγκρίσματα σηκώνεται ψηλά
πετάει με ενθουσιασμό
και πέφτει ήσυχα
και ολόκληρο μέσα στις φλόγες
Μπόινγκ – απάντησε ο πυροσβέστης
Το τραγούδι μου – απάντησε ο λιγομίλητος
Το πουλί που διέσχισε πετώντας
Απ’ άκρη σ’ άκρη το κεφάλι μου
και με αγάπησε
– έτσι απάντησε (χαρούμενος!) ο τρίτος
ο πιο μικρός αδελφός
ολόκληρος μέσα στις φλόγες
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Boukova Iana poetry
"Balkan Naive Painters"
And when they reached the final door
the judges asked them
(simply to amuse themselves)
what is it that
rises with a roar and suffering
flies with delight
and quietly falls
all in flames
Boeing, answered the fireman
My song, answered the silent one
The bird which flew
from end to end of my head and loved me,
answered the third (happy!)
the youngest brother
all in flames.
the judges asked them
(simply to amuse themselves)
what is it that
rises with a roar and suffering
flies with delight
and quietly falls
all in flames
Boeing, answered the fireman
My song, answered the silent one
The bird which flew
from end to end of my head and loved me,
answered the third (happy!)
the youngest brother
all in flames.
Translation from Bulgarian, Jonathan Dunne
Visit "greek poetry now"
translations are taken from here
The quiet middays of summer in western neighborhoods of Athens II
Yannis Ritsos
Midday summer dream: 4
BRING OUT the wooden pony with the red saddle, we'll pursue the shadows of waters before evening catches up with us with its long fairy tales and wintry fires.
Time doesn't apply when the sun hangs gold fringes on the doors of the forest
Bushes take their green aprons off and bathe secretly in the river.
Afternoons, when the grownups slept, the children left the houses, rolled in the grass, bit the chaste-tree leaves and embraced the trees.
Everywhere, the woods was scented by naked women.
Large butterflies revealed the secrets of spring and lizards with emerald eyes eavesdropped strangely from behind the stones throughout the night.
We didn't notice the fences.
We prayed later that the jackdaws wouldn't say anything to our mothers about what happened among the resin-dripping trees.
from Midday Summer Dream (1938) [Collected Poems: Alpha ---pg 342-343]
(translated by Scott King_http://yannisritsos.blogspot.gr)
Midday summer dream: 4
BRING OUT the wooden pony with the red saddle, we'll pursue the shadows of waters before evening catches up with us with its long fairy tales and wintry fires.
Time doesn't apply when the sun hangs gold fringes on the doors of the forest
Bushes take their green aprons off and bathe secretly in the river.
Afternoons, when the grownups slept, the children left the houses, rolled in the grass, bit the chaste-tree leaves and embraced the trees.
Everywhere, the woods was scented by naked women.
Large butterflies revealed the secrets of spring and lizards with emerald eyes eavesdropped strangely from behind the stones throughout the night.
We didn't notice the fences.
We prayed later that the jackdaws wouldn't say anything to our mothers about what happened among the resin-dripping trees.
from Midday Summer Dream (1938) [Collected Poems: Alpha ---pg 342-343]
(translated by Scott King_http://yannisritsos.blogspot.gr)
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