One great poet celebrates another across the field without frontiers: the realm of poetic inner freedom...
Translation of Eric Mottram's HOMAGE TO PAUL ELUARD by T Wignesan
(Note: Here, I retain EM's translations into English from Paul Eluard's poems and his source language quotations from the line : "this vital spirit " onwards, for, according to EM, 'they are taken from an early draft of Wordsworth's The EXCURSION and from The PRELUDE BOOK 2'. T. W.)
"the last bud of the future"
"both faces of the wall come
.meeting "
"plunderer of thinkers .ghosts
.master builders"
"laugh and dream among the flames
.among sun clusters"
"we who are helmeted booted
..gloved" .entrainιs
..ΰ l'agence sombre battant
..massacre rιduits au silence
qu'est-ce qu'il y a qui peut monter
..ouvrir les voϋtes du soleil
..laisse partir la danse
..de leur crιation
..fraξche .pas ce qui est de la mode
contre les meurtres religieux
..insoutenables dans l'illιgitimitι historique
..pour les mullahs les pθres les mitres
contre le dιsir pour les mains balafrιs
..les rotules ιcrasιs
..les tympans ιclatιs
..par les mιthodes techniques
qui donnent des coups de pieds sur la tκte et la cheville
.une personne allongιe
.pour κtre enroulιe dans des journaux
.cellophane ιdredon
.pour κtre balancιs dans n'importe quelle rue
pouvons nous nous voir un et l'autre
.qu'ΰ travers la dιtresse
.en parlant par le truchement des principes
.la colθre ..la clartι dissoute
la force du futur contre
.les mangeurs des journaux
.l'alimentation pour la pervision (sic) rouillιe
.ιrigιe comme la justice
les rats se multiplient dans des bateaux coulιs
.les nouvelles des missiles de moyenne-portιe
.dans leurs crβnes au goϋt sucrι
les trous de bouches remplies de poussiθre fraξche
alors "this vital spirit in its essence
.free As the light of heaven,
.this mind that streams
With emanations like the blessed
sun"
.au-delΰ "the close prison-house
..of human laws"
..ici
.."the sands of Westmoreland"
.."a stranger"
.."my eye moved o'er
the long leagues ..Of shining water,
as it seemed Through the wide surface
of that field of light New pleasure,
like a bee among the flowers"
du besoin d'κtre reconnu
..enfin ce poθte entre dans la rιsistance
."Society made sweet as solitude
By silent unobtrusive sympathies
And gentle agitations of the mind
From manifold distinctions "
"the spontaneous soul must extricate itself
from the meshes of almost automatic
white octopus of humanity
not waste itself in revenge .the revenge
is inevitable enough, for each denial
of the spontaneous dark
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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