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“There is another world, and it is in this one.”
―
―
“Your voice, your eyes, your hands, your lips
Our silence, our words
Light that goes, light that returns
A single smile between us
In quest of knowledge I watched night create day
O beloved of all, beloved of one alone
your mouth silently promised to be happy
Away, away, says hate
Closer, closer, says love
A caress leads us from our infancy
Increasingly I see the human form as a lovers’ dialogue
The heart has but one mouth
Everything by chance
All words without thought
Sentiments adrift
A glance, a word, because I love you
Everything moves
We must advance to live
Aim straight ahead toward those you love
I went toward you, endlessly toward the light
If you smile, it enfolds me all the better
The rays of your arms pierce the mist.”
―
Our silence, our words
Light that goes, light that returns
A single smile between us
In quest of knowledge I watched night create day
O beloved of all, beloved of one alone
your mouth silently promised to be happy
Away, away, says hate
Closer, closer, says love
A caress leads us from our infancy
Increasingly I see the human form as a lovers’ dialogue
The heart has but one mouth
Everything by chance
All words without thought
Sentiments adrift
A glance, a word, because I love you
Everything moves
We must advance to live
Aim straight ahead toward those you love
I went toward you, endlessly toward the light
If you smile, it enfolds me all the better
The rays of your arms pierce the mist.”
―
“I cannot be known
Better than you know me
Your eyes in which we sleep
We together
Have made for my man’s gleam
A better fate than for the common nights
Your eyes in which I travel
Have given to signs along the roads
A meaning alien to the earth
In your eyes who reveal to us
Our endless solitude
Are no longer what they thought themselves to be
You cannot be known
Better than I know you.”
―
Better than you know me
Your eyes in which we sleep
We together
Have made for my man’s gleam
A better fate than for the common nights
Your eyes in which I travel
Have given to signs along the roads
A meaning alien to the earth
In your eyes who reveal to us
Our endless solitude
Are no longer what they thought themselves to be
You cannot be known
Better than I know you.”
―
“تو را به جای همه کسانی که نشناخته ام دوست می دارم
تو را به خاطر عطر نان گرم
برای برفی که آب می شود دوست می دارم
تو را به جای همه کسانی که دوست نداشته ام دوست می دارم
تو را به خاطر دوست داشتن دوست می دارم
برای اشکی که خشک شد و هیچ وقت نریخت
لبخندی که محو شد و هیچ گاه نشکفت دوست می دارم
تو را به خاطر خاطره ها دوست می دارم
برای پشت کردن به آرزوهای محال
به خاطر نابودی توهم و خیال دوست می دارم
تو را برای دوست داشتن دوست می دارم
تو را به خاطردود لاله های وحشی
به خاطر گونۀ زرین آفتاب گردان
تو را به خاطر دوست داشتن دوست می دارم
تو را به جای همه کسانی که ندیده ام دوست می دارم
تو را برای لبخند تلخ لحظه ها
پرواز شیرین خاطره ها دوست می دارم
تورا به اندازۀ همۀ کسانی که نخواهم دید دوست می دارم
اندازه قطرات باران، اندازۀ ستاره های آسمان دوست می دارم
تو را به اندازه خودت، اندازه آن قلب پاکت دوست می دارم
تو را برای دوست داشتن دوست می دارم
تو را به جای همۀ کسانی که نمی شناخته ام ... دوست می دارم
تو را به جای همۀ روزگارانی که نمی زیسته ام ... دوست می دارم
برای خاطر عطر نان گرم و برفی که آب می شود و
برای نخستین گناه ...
تو را به خاطر دوست داشتن ... دوست می دارم
تو را به جای تمام کسانی که دوست نمی دارم ... دوست می دارم”
―
تو را به خاطر عطر نان گرم
برای برفی که آب می شود دوست می دارم
تو را به جای همه کسانی که دوست نداشته ام دوست می دارم
تو را به خاطر دوست داشتن دوست می دارم
برای اشکی که خشک شد و هیچ وقت نریخت
لبخندی که محو شد و هیچ گاه نشکفت دوست می دارم
تو را به خاطر خاطره ها دوست می دارم
برای پشت کردن به آرزوهای محال
به خاطر نابودی توهم و خیال دوست می دارم
تو را برای دوست داشتن دوست می دارم
تو را به خاطردود لاله های وحشی
به خاطر گونۀ زرین آفتاب گردان
تو را به خاطر دوست داشتن دوست می دارم
تو را به جای همه کسانی که ندیده ام دوست می دارم
تو را برای لبخند تلخ لحظه ها
پرواز شیرین خاطره ها دوست می دارم
تورا به اندازۀ همۀ کسانی که نخواهم دید دوست می دارم
اندازه قطرات باران، اندازۀ ستاره های آسمان دوست می دارم
تو را به اندازه خودت، اندازه آن قلب پاکت دوست می دارم
تو را برای دوست داشتن دوست می دارم
تو را به جای همۀ کسانی که نمی شناخته ام ... دوست می دارم
تو را به جای همۀ روزگارانی که نمی زیسته ام ... دوست می دارم
برای خاطر عطر نان گرم و برفی که آب می شود و
برای نخستین گناه ...
تو را به خاطر دوست داشتن ... دوست می دارم
تو را به جای تمام کسانی که دوست نمی دارم ... دوست می دارم”
―
“Even when we sleep we watch over one another.”
―
―
“The curve of your eyes goes around my heart,
A round of dance and sweetness,
Halo of time, nocturnal and safe cradle,
And if I don't know any more all that I've lived through
It's because I haven't always been seen by you.”
―
A round of dance and sweetness,
Halo of time, nocturnal and safe cradle,
And if I don't know any more all that I've lived through
It's because I haven't always been seen by you.”
―
“Farewell Sadness
Hello Sadness
You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling
You are inscribed in the eyes that I love
You are not poverty absolutely
Since the poorest of lips denounce you
Ah with a smile
Bonjour Tristesse
Love of kind bodies
Power of love
From which kindness rises
Like a bodiless monster
Unattached head
Sadness beautiful face.”
― Selected Poems (A Calderbook, Cb435)
Hello Sadness
You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling
You are inscribed in the eyes that I love
You are not poverty absolutely
Since the poorest of lips denounce you
Ah with a smile
Bonjour Tristesse
Love of kind bodies
Power of love
From which kindness rises
Like a bodiless monster
Unattached head
Sadness beautiful face.”
― Selected Poems (A Calderbook, Cb435)
“Liberty
On my notebooks from school
On my desk and the trees
On the sand, on the snow
I write your name
On every page read
On all the white sheets
Stone blood paper or ash
I write your name
On the golden images
On the soldier’s weapons
On the crowns of kings
I write your name
On the jungle, the desert
The nests and the bushes
On the echo of childhood
I write your name
On the wonder of nights
On the white bread of days
On the seasons engaged
I write your name
On all my blue rags
On the pond mildewed sun
On the lake living moon
I write your name
On the fields, the horizon
The wings of the birds
On the windmill of shadows
I write your name
On the foam of the clouds
On the sweat of the storm
On dark insipid rain
I write your name
On the glittering forms
On the bells of colour
On physical truth
I write your name
On the wakened paths
On the opened ways
On the scattered places
I write your name
On the lamp that gives light
On the lamp that is drowned
On my house reunited
I write your name
On the bisected fruit
Of my mirror and room
On my bed’s empty shell
I write your name
On my dog greedy tender
On his listening ears
On his awkward paws
I write your name
On the sill of my door
On familiar things
On the fire’s sacred stream
I write your name
On all flesh that’s in tune
On the brows of my friends
On each hand that extends
I write your name
On the glass of surprises
On lips that attend
High over the silence
I write your name
On my ravaged refuges
On my fallen lighthouses
On the walls of my boredom
I write your name
On passionless absence
On naked solitude
On the marches of death
I write your name
On health that’s regained
On danger that’s past
On hope without memories
I write your name
By the power of the word
I regain my life
I was born to know you
And to name you
LIBERTY”
―
On my notebooks from school
On my desk and the trees
On the sand, on the snow
I write your name
On every page read
On all the white sheets
Stone blood paper or ash
I write your name
On the golden images
On the soldier’s weapons
On the crowns of kings
I write your name
On the jungle, the desert
The nests and the bushes
On the echo of childhood
I write your name
On the wonder of nights
On the white bread of days
On the seasons engaged
I write your name
On all my blue rags
On the pond mildewed sun
On the lake living moon
I write your name
On the fields, the horizon
The wings of the birds
On the windmill of shadows
I write your name
On the foam of the clouds
On the sweat of the storm
On dark insipid rain
I write your name
On the glittering forms
On the bells of colour
On physical truth
I write your name
On the wakened paths
On the opened ways
On the scattered places
I write your name
On the lamp that gives light
On the lamp that is drowned
On my house reunited
I write your name
On the bisected fruit
Of my mirror and room
On my bed’s empty shell
I write your name
On my dog greedy tender
On his listening ears
On his awkward paws
I write your name
On the sill of my door
On familiar things
On the fire’s sacred stream
I write your name
On all flesh that’s in tune
On the brows of my friends
On each hand that extends
I write your name
On the glass of surprises
On lips that attend
High over the silence
I write your name
On my ravaged refuges
On my fallen lighthouses
On the walls of my boredom
I write your name
On passionless absence
On naked solitude
On the marches of death
I write your name
On health that’s regained
On danger that’s past
On hope without memories
I write your name
By the power of the word
I regain my life
I was born to know you
And to name you
LIBERTY”
―
“Your eyes in which I travel
Have given to signs along the roads
A meaning alien to the earth.”
―
Have given to signs along the roads
A meaning alien to the earth.”
―
“The language of my love does not belong to human language, my human body does not touch the flesh of my love.”
―
―
“There is another world, but it is in this one.”
―
―
“She is standing on my lids
And her hair is in my hair
She has the colour of my eye
She has the body of my hand
In my shade she is engulfed
As a stone against the sky
She will never close her eyes
And she does not let me sleep
And her dreams in the bright day
Make the suns evaporate
And me laugh cry and laugh
Speak when I have nothing to say”
―
And her hair is in my hair
She has the colour of my eye
She has the body of my hand
In my shade she is engulfed
As a stone against the sky
She will never close her eyes
And she does not let me sleep
And her dreams in the bright day
Make the suns evaporate
And me laugh cry and laugh
Speak when I have nothing to say”
―
“Ta voix, tes yeux, tes mains, tes lèvres,
Nos silences, nos paroles,
La lumière qui s’en va, la lumière qui revient,
Un seul sourire pour nous deux,
Par besoin de savoir, j’ai vu la nuit créer le jour sans que nous changions d’apparence,
Ô bien-aimé de tous et bien-aimé d’un seul,
En silence ta bouche a promis d’être heureuse,
De loin en loin, ni la haine,
De proche en proche, ni l’amour,
Par la caresse nous sortons de notre enfance,
Je vois de mieux en mieux la forme humaine,
Comme un dialogue amoureux, le cœur ne fait qu’une seule bouche
Toutes les choses au hasard, tous les mots dits sans y penser,
Les sentiments à la dérive, les hommes tournent dans la ville,
Le regard, la parole et le fait que je t’aime,
Tout est en mouvement, il suffit d’avancer pour vivre,
D’aller droit devant soi vers tout ce que l’on aime,
J’allais vers toi, j’allais sans fin vers la lumière,
Si tu souris, c’est pour mieux m’envahir,
Les rayons de tes bras entrouvraient le brouillard.”
―
Nos silences, nos paroles,
La lumière qui s’en va, la lumière qui revient,
Un seul sourire pour nous deux,
Par besoin de savoir, j’ai vu la nuit créer le jour sans que nous changions d’apparence,
Ô bien-aimé de tous et bien-aimé d’un seul,
En silence ta bouche a promis d’être heureuse,
De loin en loin, ni la haine,
De proche en proche, ni l’amour,
Par la caresse nous sortons de notre enfance,
Je vois de mieux en mieux la forme humaine,
Comme un dialogue amoureux, le cœur ne fait qu’une seule bouche
Toutes les choses au hasard, tous les mots dits sans y penser,
Les sentiments à la dérive, les hommes tournent dans la ville,
Le regard, la parole et le fait que je t’aime,
Tout est en mouvement, il suffit d’avancer pour vivre,
D’aller droit devant soi vers tout ce que l’on aime,
J’allais vers toi, j’allais sans fin vers la lumière,
Si tu souris, c’est pour mieux m’envahir,
Les rayons de tes bras entrouvraient le brouillard.”
―
“She is always unwilling to understand, to listen,
She laughs to hide her fear of herself.
She has always walked beneath the arches of nights
And wherever she went
She left
The mark of broken things.”
―
She laughs to hide her fear of herself.
She has always walked beneath the arches of nights
And wherever she went
She left
The mark of broken things.”
―
“There is another world and it is in this one. ”
―
―
“You cannot be known
Better than I know you.”
―
Better than I know you.”
―
“She always walked under the arches of nights
And everywhere she went
She left
The mark of broken things.”
― Capital of Pain
And everywhere she went
She left
The mark of broken things.”
― Capital of Pain
“A woman is more beautiful than the world in which I live; and so I close my eyes. ”
―
―
“گورنبشتهای برای یک دهقان اسپانیایی
ژنرال فرانکو احضارم کرد
من سرباز شدم
فرار نکردم
میترسیدم
ممکن بود تیربارانم کنند
میترسیدم
این بود که در ارتش
علیه آزادی، علیه عدالت جنگیدم
اما باز هم مرگ به سراغم آمد؛ آنگونه که سراغ دیگران میرود”
―
ژنرال فرانکو احضارم کرد
من سرباز شدم
فرار نکردم
میترسیدم
ممکن بود تیربارانم کنند
میترسیدم
این بود که در ارتش
علیه آزادی، علیه عدالت جنگیدم
اما باز هم مرگ به سراغم آمد؛ آنگونه که سراغ دیگران میرود”
―
“ثمّة امرأة وحيدة لا تنام . . فالنوافذ كلها نائمة . ثمّة امرأة كل ليلة تسافر بالسرّ !”
― قصائد حب : يليها رسائل إلى غالا
― قصائد حب : يليها رسائل إلى غالا
“Il n'y a qu'une vie, c'est donc qu'elle est parfaite”
― Selected Poems (A Calderbook, Cb435)
― Selected Poems (A Calderbook, Cb435)
“Adieu Tristesse
Bonjour Tristesse
Farewell Sadness
Hello Sadness
You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling
You are inscribed in the eyes that I love
You are not poverty absolutely
Since the poorest of lips denounce you
Ah with a smile
Bonjour Tristesse
Love of kind bodies
Power of love
From which kindness rises
Like a bodiless monster
Unattached head
Sadness beautiful face.”
― Selected Poems (A Calderbook, Cb435)
Bonjour Tristesse
Farewell Sadness
Hello Sadness
You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling
You are inscribed in the eyes that I love
You are not poverty absolutely
Since the poorest of lips denounce you
Ah with a smile
Bonjour Tristesse
Love of kind bodies
Power of love
From which kindness rises
Like a bodiless monster
Unattached head
Sadness beautiful face.”
― Selected Poems (A Calderbook, Cb435)
“تلك التي أحب ، تُجسّد رغبتي في الحياة .. الحياة التي أعيشها الآن فإذا هي أبداً الآن. ولأنه ليس ثمّة حياة أخرى فإنها حياة رائعة”
― قصائد حب : يليها رسائل إلى غالا
― قصائد حب : يليها رسائل إلى غالا
“أحبك كما في الأمس، انتِ حياتي الوحيدة
اكتبي لي دوماً، ولو قليلا .. لكن دوماً.”
― قصائد حب : يليها رسائل إلى غالا
اكتبي لي دوماً، ولو قليلا .. لكن دوماً.”
― قصائد حب : يليها رسائل إلى غالا
“We want to be, when we are young,
A little man.
I would like to be a big child,
Stronger and fairer than a man,
And more lucid than a child.”
―
A little man.
I would like to be a big child,
Stronger and fairer than a man,
And more lucid than a child.”
―
“Elephants are contagious”
―
―
“The poet is much more the one who inspires,than the one who is inspired.”
―
―
“And by the power of a word, I begin my life again.”
― Selected Poems (A Calderbook, Cb435)
― Selected Poems (A Calderbook, Cb435)
“أفتش عنك عبر الإنتظار
عبر نفسي
ولا أعود أعرف لشدة ما أحبك
أينا الغائب”
― قصائد حب : يليها رسائل إلى غالا
عبر نفسي
ولا أعود أعرف لشدة ما أحبك
أينا الغائب”
― قصائد حب : يليها رسائل إلى غالا
