I LEFT THE POETRY
Did the world change or did I?
What was passed, that happened through me.
Yesterday, I was writing poems to the girls,
The followers of my steps.
Now I have killed myself,
I left the poetry.
Yesterday, I was speaking with the stars,
As though I was fascinated with the moon’s reflection.
Then I gave up entirely
Then I gave up entirely
When I had lost your meeting!
What is wrong with me, actually?
What is wrong with me, actually?
I left the poetry.
Now it is the unreachable dissatisfaction,
Now it is the unreachable dissatisfaction,
The golden poetry gardens.
The beautiful moments of yesterday,
Now I need to to reach you.
I depreciated my childhood like that.
I left the poetry!
What is suffering for, what is disappointment for?
What is remembering the past for?
The broken crystal never becomes total,
If a soul breaks there is no rivet.
Memories – I heckled you futiley,
I left the poetry!
I also realized a life,
But I left, goodbye, take care.
But I left, goodbye, take care.
You persons who consider literature as erf,
Just keep calm slightly.
I devoted to you my disgusting poem,
I left the poetry! -- tr. Asror Allayarov
Broken Crystal -- Stan Bigda
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ReplyDeleteSo sad, and such a wonderful poem! Love the motif1 Poor you! The I form is always moving - when it's moving.
ReplyDeleteTo the Consolations of Philosophy
ReplyDeleteThank you but
not just at the moment
I know you will say
I have said that before
I know you have been
there all along somewhere
in another time zone
I studied once
those beautiful instructions
when I was young and
far from here
they seemed distant then
they seem distant now
from everything I remember
I hope they stayed with you
when the noose started to tighten
and you could say no more
and after wisdom
and the days of iron
the eyes started from your head
I know the words
must have been set down
partly for yourself
unjustly condemned after
a good life
I know the design
of the world is beyond
our comprehension
thank you
but grief is selfish and in
the present when
the stars do not seem to move
I was not listening
I know it is not
sensible to expect
fortune to grant her
gifts forever
I know
--W. S. Merwin