Showing posts with label Joshua Beckman. Show all posts
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Monday, December 5, 2022

TOMAZ SALAMUN /JOSHUA BECKMAN ~

 




I'm usually

somehow shy

about reading

my young

poems


because they don't

go with this

body anymore


it was '64

so probably I was twenty-three

or maybe twenty-two


I don't remember

no I started one in '63


so I was twenty-four

or twenty-three


p. 3



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from TOMAZ

Beckman / Salamun

Wave Books, 2021

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  • The author of more than forty poetry collections, with more than a dozen in English translation, Slovenian poet Tomaž Šalamun (July 4, 1941–December 27, 2014) is considered to be one of the most prominent poets of the Eastern European avant-garde. He published his first collection, Poker, in 1966 at the age of twenty-five. Early in his career, he edited the literary magazine Perspektive, for which he was briefly jailed on political charges. He later studied Art History at the University of Ljubljana before attending the University of Iowa and then becoming a Fulbright Fellow at Columbia University. After, he was invited to exhibit his work at the Museum of Modern Art in 1970, Šalamun lived for periods of time in the United States, working as the Slovenian Cultural Attaché in the 1990s and later teaching at a number of American universities, including the University of Pittsburgh, the University of Massachusetts, and the University of Alabama. Celebrated through many accolades, he was the recipient of the prestigious Jenko Prize and Slovenia’s Prešeren and Mladost Prizes. Šalamun passed away on December 27, 2014, in Ljubljana. 




Friday, May 20, 2016

JORGE CARRERA ANDRADE ~




JORGE  CARRERA  ANDRADE





Imprisoned beneath the leaf

an anemone watches

the world's sadness pass


Y A H A








The cicada.

Nothing in its song reveals

that tomorrow it must die.


B A S H O








Closed house:

Around the paper lantern

the bats dance.


R A N S E T S U








Beneath the vast snowfall

many hidden seeds

wait for spring.


I N E M S O








In this everything ends:

The skeleton of a fan

when the autumn wind blows.


O T S U Y U








The dead leaf

landing caresses

the stone tomb.


R A N S E T S U








Wild goose, wild goose

how old were you

when you first cut loose?


I S S A








Spring dies

and filled with tears

are the eyes of fish.


B A S H O


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translated from the Spanish by Andrade
then from the Spanish by Joshua Beckman
and Alejandro de Acosta

WAVE BOOKS   Micrograms   2011 










Monday, September 14, 2015