Homage to the Lame Wolf: Selected Poems (FIELD Translation Series, Volume 12)

By Vasko Popa

Translated with creation by way of Charles Simic. this is often the second one version that comes with extra fabric. Winner of the PEN Translation Prize

Simic's advent within reason erudite. I learn it after interpreting a couple of 3rd of the textual content. regardless of being a truly fascinating introduction--concerning fantasy to no small degree--it didn't rather give a contribution to my realizing of the decisions I had learn. it's poetry notwithstanding, and maybe 3 or 4 readings needs to move (over a number of seasons, even) earlier than these type of connections will mature and undergo fruit.

I did get pleasure from those poems. there's a humor to them that's tricky to explain (again, i don't imagine Simic's introductory comments at the humor shed any gentle on those poems on the moment). additionally, every thing I've learn thus far is like a brief cycle--so I'm reluctant to submit only a unmarried poem.

Here's the publisher's description, etc.:
Winner of the PEN Translation Prize.

Our first model of this feature from considered one of jap Europe's significant figures bought out. the recent model provides sequences--"Give Me again My Rags" and "Heaven's Ring"--as good as a few formerly unpublished sections of the justly well-known sequence, "The Little Box." Simic and Popa are an ideal fit. A e-book for surrealists, mythographers, postmodernists, scientists, and enthusiasts of poetry and games.

Charles Simic is usually the translator of Novica Tadic's evening Mail: chosen Poems.

IN THE VILLAGE OF MY ANCESTORS
Someone embraces me
Someone seems at me with the eyes of a wolf
Someone takes to the air his hat
So i will be able to see him better

Everyone asks me
Do you understand how I'm with regards to you

Unknown previous males and women
Appropriate the names
Of younger women and men from my memory

I ask one in every of them
Tell me for God's sake
Is George the Wolf nonetheless living

That's me he answers
With a voice from the following world

I contact his cheek with my hand
And beg him with my eyes
To inform me if I'm dwelling too

--Vasko Popa
translated by means of Charles Simic

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That used to be my “labor of affection” the following. * This re-creation includes the 3 ultimate poems of “The Little field” cycle which Popa accomplished re­ cently. additionally it is older cycles of poems: “Heaven’s Ring” (1968) and “Give Me again My Rags,” his such a lot tough poem to translate. It has taken me nearly two decades to recreate a few of its idiomatic complexity, and I’ve had loads of support alongside the way in which from fellow poets, specially Mor­ ton Marcus. i've got additionally made a couple of adjustments within the textual content of the former version. Vasko Popa keeps to astonish me together with his orig­ inality. There’s particularly nobody relatively like him any­ the place in modern literature. H e’s with out precedent and but he’s obtainable. It’s a paradox. One encounters in his poetry a spirit as previous as that of the nursery rhymes and as new as that of the main radical and leading edge poetries of the twen­ tieth century. 15 He jogs my memory of Stevens and Bishop now not a lot in how he writes, yet how he thinks approximately poetry. “There are just forms of imaginary perspec­ tive,” Harold Rosenberg acknowledged of “Thirteen methods of taking a look at a Blackbird,” and that turns out to me appropriate to Popa. The act of poetry is a severe act. A poem is a spot the place affinities are dis­ closed, the place fates of metaphors are made up our minds. It’s a online game. a talk. An invective. The poem is an vintage, hand-painted pinball desktop that makes use of metaphors rather than balls. i'm additionally contemplating Joseph Cornell and his little bins. As with Bishop in poetry, probably contradictory impulses are at paintings. There’s a decent, severely-bounded and confining constitution in which freedom reigns; what Breton referred to as “objective likelihood. ” In that beautiful oxymoron lies the clue to the type of dialectic that is going on in his poetry. It additionally bills for the economic system, the splendor and shock and pleasure his paintings offers to the reader and his translator. sixteen W H ITE PEBBLE WHITE PEBBLE W ithout head w ithout limbs apparently W ith mad pulse of likelihood It strikes W ith shameless speed of time It holds each one factor In its passionate internal embody A white polished virgin corpse Smiling w ith the eyebrow of the moon 19 HEART OF THE PEBBLE They performed with the pebble Pebble like all pebble performed with it as if it had no middle They acquired mad on the pebble Broke it within the grass Startled they observed its center They opened the guts of the pebble within the center a snake sound asleep spool with no desires 20 They roused the snake The snake gushed upward They ran far-off They appeared from a distance The snake coiled itself around the horizon Like an egg it ate it They got here again to where of the sport No hint of snake grass or items of pebble No hint of whatever within the circle They checked out one another and grinned They winked at one another 21 DREAM OF THE PEBBLE A hand springs out of the earth It throws a pebble within the air W this is the pebble It didn’t go back to earth Nor did it climb to heaven W hat occurred to the pebble Did the heights eat it Did it grow to be a poultry this is the pebble It remained obdurate in itself Neither on the earth nor in heaven It listens to itself one of the worlds an international 22 LOVE OF THE PEBBLE It stares into the attractive around blue-eyed Featherbrained eternity It has grew to become itself Into the white of her eye purely she knows it Her embody has the form of its hope Dumb and bottomless All her shadows It has captured in itself Blindly in love in order that no different good looks It notices other than this one for which It can pay for via its head ADVENTURE OF THE PEBBLE bored stiff with the circle the fitting circle round itself It got here to a cease Its burden is heavy the load inside of It dropped it The stone is tough The stone it’s made from It left it So confining the place it lives In its personal physique It stepped out of it concealed itself from itself In its personal shadow SECRET OF THE PEBBLE It stuffed itself w ith itself Did it devour an excessive amount of of its personal difficult meat Is it sick Ask it don’t be afraid It’s now not begging for bread grew to become to stone with a joyful cramp Is the pebble pregnant W sick it supply beginning to a stone O r a beast or a streak of lightning cross and ask all you will want D on’t desire for a solution wish for a bump at the head O r one other nostril one other eye O r who is familiar with what 25 TW O PEBBLES they appear stupidly pebbles having a look chocolates of the day gone by at the tongue of eternity stone-tears this present day at the eyelid of unknown flies of sand day after today within the ear of deafness chuffed dimples the next day to come within the cheek of sunlight sufferers of a bit shaggy dog story foolish shaggy dog story and not using a joker they give the impression of being stupidly W ith their chilly asses they give the impression of being conversing out in their bellies Into the wind 26 BONE TO BONE AT the start T hat’s loads larger W e’ve kept ourselves from the flesh Now w e’ll do w hat w e’ll do Say whatever W ould you're keen on to be The spine of lightning Say a section extra W hat am i able to say Hipbone of a typhoon Say anything else T hat’s all i do know Ribs of heaven W e’re nobody’s bones Say whatever else AFTER the start W hat we could do now T hat’s an excellent one Now w e’ll have marrow for supper We had marrow for lunch A hole feeling nags my innards Then let’s make song W e like song W hat can we do whilst the canine come they prefer bones W e’ll stick of their throats And like it 30 IN THE sunlight It’s great to sunbathe bare I by no means cared a lot for the flesh these rags by no means fooled me both i am going loopy approximately you bare Don’t permit the sunlight caress you Let’s simply love one another basically please no longer the following within the sunlight every thing may be obvious right here expensive bone UNDER the floor Muscle of darkness muscle of flesh It’s all of the related factor W ell what now W e’ll name to bones of every age W e’ll climb to the solar W hat then Then w e’ll develop natural keep it up turning out to be simply as we please W hat approximately after not anything w e’ll move in every single place W e’ll be everlasting bone-beings simply watch for the earth to yawn 32 IN THE MOONLIGHT W hat’s occurring It’s as though flesh snowlike flesh W ere sticking to me I don’t understand w hat it truly is It’s as though m arrow flows via me a few bone-chilling m arrow I don’t be aware of both It’s as though all is beginning back W ith a terrifying starting are you aware what are you able to bark 33 BEFORE the top W right here can we move now W right here may possibly nowhere bones move in a different way W hat’s there to do There for a very long time not anyone and his spouse not anything Have yearned for us to return W hat do they wish us for they're outdated and feature no bones W e’ll be their loving daughters 34 AT the tip I’m a bone you’re a bone W hy did you swallow me I can’t see myself anymore W hat’s improper w ith you It’s you w ho’ve swallowed me I can’t see myself both W the following am I now Now not anyone is familiar with to any extent further W ho is who or the place It’s all an unpleasant dream of airborne dirt and dust are you able to listen me i will pay attention either you and myself A hellebore is crowing out people GAMES BEFORE the sport close one eye then the opposite Peek into each nook of your self See that there aren't any nails no thieves See that there are not any cuckoo’s eggs close then the opposite eye Squat and jum p leap excessive excessive excessive On best of your self Fall then w ith your entire weight Fall for days on finish deep deep deep To the ground of your abyss W ho doesn’t holiday into items W ho continues to be complete who will get up entire performs 39 FLOORNAIL One is the nail one other is pliers the remainder are carpenters The pliers seize the nail through the pinnacle W ith their tooth and hands they seize it And maintain pulling and pulling Pulling it out of the ground frequently they simply wring its head off It’s difficult pulling a nail out of the ground The carpenters then say those pliers are awful They weigh down its jaws holiday its palms And throw them out of the window Then another person is a floornail one other is pliers the remainder are carpenters forty HIDE-AND-SEEK anyone hides from another person Hides less than his tongue the opposite appears to be like for him less than the earth He hides on his brow the opposite appears for him within the sky He hides within his forgetfulness the opposite appears for him within the grass seems to be for him appears to be like T here’s no position he doesn’t glance and looking out he loses himself forty-one SEDUCER One strokes the leg of a chair till the chair strikes and provides him a candy signal with its leg one other kisses a keyhole Kisses it O how he kisses it until eventually the keyhole returns his kiss a 3rd stands apart Stares on the different Shakes shakes his head till it falls off forty two W ED D IN G each one strips his epidermis each one bares his personal constellation W hich hasn't ever obvious the evening each one fills his dermis w ith rocks And performs w ith it Lit by means of his personal stars W ho doesn’t cease until sunrise W ho doesn’t bat an eyelid or fall Earns his personal epidermis (This video game is never performed) ROSE THIEVES anyone is a rose bush The others are w ind’s daughters The others are rose thieves The rose thieves sneak as much as the rose certainly one of them steals it Hides it in his middle The wind's daughters look See the picked good looks And run after the thieves They open their hearts one after the other in a single they discover a middle In one other so aid me not anything They open and open their breasts until eventually they discover a middle And in that middle the stolen rose forty four BETW EEN video games not anyone rests This one regularly shifts his eyes Hangs them on his head And w hether he wishes it or now not starts off strolling backwards He places them at the soles of his toes And even if he wishes it or now not returns jogging on his head This one becomes an ear He hears all that w on’t enable itself be heard yet he grows bored Yearns to show back into himself yet with no eyes he can’t see how That one bares all his faces one by one he throws them over the roof The final one he throws less than his ft And sinks his head into his palms forty five This one stretches his sight Stretches it from thumb to thumb Walks over it walks First sluggish then speedy Then swifter and speedier That one performs along with his head Juggles it within the air Meets it along with his index finger O r doesn’t meet it in any respect not anyone rests forty six RACE a few chunk from the others A leg an arm or no matter what Take it among their the teeth Run out as quickly as they could conceal it up with earth The others scatter in every single place Sniff glance sniff glance Dig up the full earth in the event that they are fortunate and locate an arm O r leg or no matter what It’s their flip to chunk the sport keeps at a full of life speed so long as there are hands so long as there are legs so long as there's whatever SEEDS an individual crops another individual vegetation him in his head Stamps the earth good W aits for the seed to sprout The seed empties his head Turns it right into a mousehole The mice devour the seed Die all instant The wind strikes into the empty head And starts off to offer beginning to its personal little winds forty eight ROTTEN MARE each one to every a stone over the guts Stone like a home not anyone is to budge below the stone either one of them fall over simply to carry a finger click on their tongues twitch their ears O r at the very least blink not anyone is to budge less than the stone either one of them pressure and pressure And become bored and go to sleep And purely in sleep their hair stands up (This video game lasts perpetually) HUNTER somebody enters with no knocking Enters into someone’s ear and is derived out throughout the different Comes with the step ot a matchstick W ith the step ot a lit matchstick Circles the pinnacle inside of H e’s on most sensible a person enters with out knocking Enters into someone’s ear And doesn’t pop out throughout the different H e’s roasted 50 ASHES a few are nights others stars every one evening units fireplace to its personal big name And dances a black dance round it until eventually the celebrity burns out Then the nights divide themselves a few develop into stars Others stay nights back every one evening units fireplace to its personal big name And dances a black dance round it till the superstar burns out The final evening turns into either celebrity and evening It units fireplace to itself And dances the black dance round itself fifty one AFTER the sport eventually the fingers seize the abdominal So the stomach w on’t burst with laughter in basic terms there’s no abdominal One hand slightly lifts itself To wipe the chilly sweat from its brow There’s no brow both the opposite hand reaches for the guts So the center w on’t jump out of the chest yet there’s no middle both either arms fall They fall idly into the lap There’s no lap both within the palm of 1 hand Now the rain falls From the opposite the grass grows W hat am i able to inform you fifty two GIVE ME again MY RAGS GIVE ME again MY RAGS simply pop into my head M y strategies the higher to claw your cheek simply step in entrance of me M y eyes the higher to snap at you simply open your colossal mouth M y silence the higher to crack your jaws simply take me back to the fact of what you're M y reminiscence the higher to dig a gap underneath your ft that is how issues stand among us fifty five 1 provide me again my rags My raglets of natural dream O f silken smiles Striped premonition And my lace-like sinews My raglets of polka-dot wish O f filigreed lust Calico glances And the outside off my face supply me again my rags I’s asking you well fifty six 2 hear you freak O ff w ith your white kerchief D on’t we all know one another jointly from early life Lapping on the related bowl sleeping within the similar mattress W ith you evil-eyed knife W alking this unusual international W ith you snake within the blouse hear double-crosser O ff w ith your white kerchief W hy mislead one another fifty seven 3 I w on’t hold you piggyback I w on’t take you the place you inform me no matter if I have been shod in gold whether I have been harnessed to 3 wheels at the cart of the wind no matter if I have been bridled to a rainbow D on’t try and grease my palm I w on’t inspite of my toes in my pocket Threaded via a needle tied right into a knot O r whittled right into a basic stick D on’t try and scare me I w on’t even roasted or overroasted uncooked or salted no longer even in a dream D on’t cross on kidding your self It doesn’t paintings I w on’t fifty eight 4 Get out of my walled-in infinity The dancing ring of stars round my middle Out of my morsel of solar The rollicking sea of my blood My movement my ebb Out of my marooned silence Get out I stated get out O ut of my residing pit The naked father-tree inside of me Get out how lengthy do i must shout O ut of my head bursting into items O ut out simply get out fifty nine 5 You get kewpie doll notions I shower them in my blood costume them within the rags of my pores and skin Make swings out of my hair for them Toy carts from my vertebrae Gliders from my eyebrows I cause them to butterflies from my smiles W ild beasts from my enamel to seek to kill time W hat form of online game is that this besides 60 6 rattling your root blood and crown And every little thing else on your lifestyles each dried up photo on your mind each shifty eye burning in your fingertips and each step you're taking may well you sink into 3 kettles of grumpy w ater Into 3 stoves of omen-fire Into 3 pits w ithout identify or milk An icy breath opposed to your throat The pebble underneath your left tit And the bird-razor in that pebble Swoop the blackest of blackbirds to the lair of not anything To the hungry scissors of beginnings To the womb of heaven i do know so good rattling your seed sap and glitter Darkness and dot at my life’s finish And every thing else on the earth too sixty one 7 W hat occurred to my raglets You w on’t provide them again you w on’t I’ll scorch your eyebrows You w on’t be invisible without end I’ll combine day and evening on your cranium Y ou’ll come beating your head on my again door but I’ll pare your screeching fingernails You w on’t chalk hopscotch via my mind anymore I’ll hound the fog from your bones Slurp the hemlock off your tongue You’ll see what I’ll do sixty two 8 so that you w ant us to like one another you may make me out of ashes The trash of my stomach laughs O ut of w hat’s left of my boredom you could doll-face you could seize me by way of the hair of my brief reminiscence Hug my evening in its empty blouse Kiss and kiss my echo and also you don’t even understand how to like sixty three 9 Run freak Our footprints chunk each other within the airborne dirt and dust at the back of us W e’re no longer intended for every different I see via your wintry weather speed your extremities this isn't a lot of a online game W hy did we ever combine our rags Hand them over what do you need with them they're simply fading in your shoulders Hand them over scram into your nowhere Run freak from a freak D on’t you've got eyes There’s a freak right here too sixty four 10 )** I I 1 M n may well your tongue blacken Your midday your desire every little thing black simply my sit back white My w olf at your throat ’k \ *« Ml may well the typhoon be your mattress My worry your pillow W ide the meadow of your sleeplessness may perhaps your each morsel be fiery Your enamel of wax Come on glutton bite all you will have Dumb your wind your w ater your vegetation every little thing tongue-tied purely my grinding enamel nonetheless loud My hawk at your throat One much less horror to your m different sixty five 11 I wiped your face off my face Tore your shadow off my shadow Levelled the hills inside you Crumpled your plains into hills Made your seasons quarrel Kicked the earth’s corners from you Tied the trail of my lifestyles round you My overgrown my most unlikely course Now simply attempt to meet me sixty six 12 sufficient of your sweet-talking immortelles O f your candied trifles I don’t are looking to pay attention to grasp adequate sufficient of every little thing I’ll say my ultimate adequate Stuff my mouth w ith earth Grind my the teeth I’ll close up skull-lapper close up as soon as and for all I’ll stand simply as i'm W ithout root department or crown I’ll lean on myself by myself bumps I’ll be the stake pushed into you Into you party-pooper Into you muddle-head T hat’s all i will be able to do may possibly you by no means get back sixty seven 13 D on’t idiot with me freak You concealed a knife lower than your shawl Stepped over the road tripped me up You spoiled the sport You sought after my heavens to show over The solar to wreck my head My rags to be scattered by no means idiot with one other freak simply provide again my rags And I’ll provide again yours sixty eight THE YAW N OF YAW NS THE STARGAZER’S LEGACY His phrases have been left after him extra appealing than the area nobody dares to examine them lengthy They w ait round tim e’s turnings more than males W ho can pronounce them They lie at the mute earth Heavier than the bones of lifestyles D eath wasn’t in a position to hold off as dowry nobody can raise them not anyone can drop them The falling stars tuck their heads within the shadows of his phrases FORGETFUL quantity as soon as upon a time there has been a bunch natural and around just like the sunlight yet lonely very lonely It began to calculate on its own It divided extended Subtracted and further itself yet remained consistently on my own It stopped calculating and close itself away In its rounded sunlit innocence seventy two The gleaming tracks of its calculations Stayed outdoors They started to hunt one another at the hours of darkness To divide themselves whereas multiplying To subtract themselves whereas including T hat’s how it is going at midnight nobody was once left to plead to it to name again its tracks And rub them out PROUD blunders as soon as upon a time there has been an mistakes So ridiculous so minute nobody may have paid recognition to it It couldn’t stand to determine or listen itself It made up all types of nonsense simply to end up That it relatively didn’t exist seventy four It imagined an area to slot all its proofs in And time to protect its proofs And the area to witness all of them that it imagined W as now not so ridiculous O r so minute yet used to be in fact in errors W as the rest attainable PRUDENT TRIANGLE as soon as upon a time there has been a triangle It had 3 aspects The fourth it saved hidden In its burning heart by way of day it climbed its 3 peaks And renowned its heart At evening it rested in a single of its 3 angles each one sunrise it watched its 3 facets become 3 fiery wheels And vanish within the blue of no go back seventy six s Hn It took its fourth facet Embraced it and broke it thrice to conceal it back in its outdated position S.

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