Showing posts with label Charles Tomlinson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Charles Tomlinson. Show all posts

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Books Of No Hours, Liberty's Books









(I recognize you in the wine, in the stone :
I read with you elementary oracles – at the Havre-Caumartin
    Station, for example
someone has written, in black pencil, in capitals :
          ON T’OBLIGE PAS [A] TE LE LIRE : )








Together we read (fourmis perdues) the scraps
and stones of the city to discover there

The subdued color of a bombardment of flowers
Books of ivy crossed by a rapid white
which flares over the quiet of the palisades








Books of ivy, books of no hours, liberty’s books :
each page a day, each day the marvel
of being wine and stone, air, water, utterance,
flutter of eyelids :









From Renga, A Chain of Poems by Octavio Paz, Jacques Roubaud, Eduardo Sanguinetti, Charles Tomlinson (translations by Charles Tomlinson).  New York, George Braziller, 1971.

Saturday, August 4, 2012

The Given Is Ground (From Renga)






The given is ground.  You are bound by it
as the eyes are bound – by a frame of nearnesses
surrounding things half-seen  :  thick, bare
calligraphy and confusion of boughs on air :



 



It is given, the confusion of the trees
of infinitesimal particles of dust
flies on the grain of paper, grasses
mouths     blank in the ground of sight :








Confused, you come back, confusion diffused,
uncertain insect,
scabies for each of my eyelids, sword for the iris, bare
scene : your navel is the eye of my tree, wide
landscape of chains, of whips, hypodermic for my vein :
ground, trees, thickets, navel, fixed ray
(Ares and Eros) : the writing breathes – nuptial sea.



 




From Renga, A Chain of Poems by Octavio Paz, Jacques Roubaud, Eduardo Sanguinetti, Charles Tomlinson (translations by Charles Tomlinson).  New York, George Braziller, 1971.

Friday, July 13, 2012

LOVE THEY KEPT CRYING (RENGA)






Love they kept crying love swiftness
already at rest     love the unmoving
in full flight --- the gravity of speed:
Half of the water grew dark     half
of the air     a black round entered the water
and night was half a lake:

And love, a command no more, to each one
the way lies clear through the comity of vine, of stone:
(through places that are years, before lit-up show windows
which are dialogues split-off from montage:  you return, once
     more, by the rue du
Dragon, you come down your stairs: )








From Renga, A Chain of Poems by Octavio Paz, Jacques Roubaud, Eduardo Sanguinetti, Charles Tomlinson (translations by Charles Tomlinson).  New York, George Braziller, 1971.

Top illustration:  Dora Maar, The Pretender, Photo-collage, 1936.

Bottom illustration: Eugene Atget, Staircase, ca. 1900-1910.