ON POETRY, WRITING AND RANDOM CULTURAL MATTERS

Saturday, 11 May 2013

Poetry in Translation

New poem I've translated and versioned today from Senegalese poet and diplomat Birag Diop (1906-1989)

Spring
(Translation and version of Vernale by Birag Diop, 1960)

Weeping summons
death from the scent of lilies,
a demon from yesterday’s perfection
tires my heart.

A little perfume
lingers on the faded bouquet
and my heart is sad, grim
like the hearts of the damned.

I had a beautiful dream,
today, a little love.
But like a burst bubble
my dream is fled.


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