To live is to build a ship and a harbor
at the same time. And to complete the harbor
long after the ship has sunk.
translated by Yehuda Amichai & Ted Hughes
To live is to build a ship and a harbor
at the same time. And to complete the harbor
long after the ship has sunk.
translated by Yehuda Amichai & Ted Hughes
sitting
on the balcony
listening
to what sounds
the night
gives
to soothe
the heart
in me
Love at the closing of our days
is apprehensive and very tender.
Glow brighter, brighter, farewell rays
of one last love in its evening splendor.
Blue shade takes half the world away:
through western clouds alone some light is slanted.
O tarry, O tarry, declining day,
enchantment, let me stay enchanted.
The blood runs thinner, yet the heart
remains as ever deep and tender.
O last belated love, thou art
a blend of joy and of hopeless surrender.
translated by Vladimir Nabokov
You’ll stand waiting in the rain your eyelashes will grow long
Dusk will descend in a little while
To the water that runs softly to the lonesome asphalt roads
You will walk and your eyelashes will get wet tenderly
And love will accompany you
From the marble sidewalk
“I love you so,” the girl
Who has made a kite out of her heart will say
That girl who sheds leaves when you steal a look
A dawdler, you will walk
Your heart seething with flighty passions
On your lapel a flower that offers all of its fragrance
Inquiring into the loves that have an unhappy ending
The desk will study you, the water glass will be full
When that young girl awakes now
translated by Talat S. Halman
no matter
how much
water
I drink
my throat
cries out
for more
this thirst
this thirst
will not
be quenched
here
under a full moon
that shines
on we two
together
though apart
years miles oceans
of regret
for actions words
not done said
remorse
for what was
how to bridge
this distance
to show
heart mind soul
illuminated
here
in moonlight
so close
yet so far
away
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Source: An Imminent Beheading
ancient dinosaur
too sensitive for this world
with regret in heart
goes lumbering off to lie
with his own vanishing breed
like Cortez my ships
were burned just after landing
behind me the sea
in front an empty landscape
which way do I choose to go
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