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By Vasko Popa

Translated with advent 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 is reasonably erudite. I learn it after studying a few 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 choices I had learn. it's poetry even though, and maybe 3 or 4 readings needs to go (over a number of seasons, even) ahead of these type of connections will mature and undergo fruit.

I did get pleasure from those poems. there's a humor to them that's tough 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 to this point is like a brief cycle--so I'm reluctant to publish only a unmarried poem.

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

Our first model of this option from one among japanese Europe's significant figures offered 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 the recent model provides sequences--"Give Me again My Rags" and "Heaven's Ring"--as good as a few formerly unpublished sections of the justly recognized sequence, "The Little Box." Simic and Popa are an ideal fit. A publication for surrealists, mythographers, postmodernists, scientists, and fanatics of poetry and games.

Charles Simic can be the translator of Novica Tadic's evening Mail: chosen Poems.

IN THE VILLAGE OF MY ANCESTORS
Someone embraces me
Someone appears to be like 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Unknown outdated males and women
Appropriate the names
Of younger women and men from my memory

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

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

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

--Vasko Popa
translated via Charles Simic

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It is also older cycles of poems: “Heaven’s Ring” (1968) and “Give Me again My Rags,” his such a lot tricky poem to translate. It has taken me virtually 20 years to recreate a few of its idiomatic complexity, and I’ve had loads of aid alongside the way in which from fellow poets, specifically Mor­ ton Marcus. i've got additionally made a couple of alterations within the textual content of the former version. Vasko Popa keeps to astonish me along with his orig­ inality. There’s relatively 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 outdated as that of the nursery rhymes and as new as that of the main radical and cutting edge poetries of the twen­ tieth century. 15 He jogs my memory of Stevens and Bishop now not rather a lot in how he writes, yet how he thinks approximately poetry. “There are just kinds of imaginary perspec­ tive,” Harold Rosenberg acknowledged of “Thirteen methods of a Blackbird,” and that turns out to me acceptable 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 determined. It’s a online game. a talk. An invective. The poem is an vintage, hand-painted pinball computing device that makes use of metaphors rather than balls. i'm additionally contemplating Joseph Cornell and his little bins. As with Bishop in poetry, possible contradictory impulses are at paintings. There’s a decent, severely-bounded and confining constitution during 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 climate, the splendor and shock and pleasure his paintings provides 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 velocity of time It holds every 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 obtained mad on the pebble Broke it within the grass Startled they observed its middle They opened the center of the pebble within the center a snake sound asleep spool with no goals 20 They roused the snake The snake gushed upward They ran distant They seemed 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 something 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 here's the pebble It didn’t go back to earth Nor did it climb to heaven W hat occurred to the pebble Did the heights consume it Did it grow to be a chook here's the pebble It remained obdurate in itself Neither in the world nor in heaven It listens to itself one of the worlds a global 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 in simple terms she is aware it Her include 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 will pay for by way of its head ADVENTURE OF THE PEBBLE uninterested with the circle the precise circle round itself It got here to a cease Its burden is heavy the weight inside It dropped it The stone is difficult 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 consume an excessive amount of of its personal difficult meat Is it unwell Ask it don’t be afraid It’s no longer begging for bread became to stone with a happy cramp Is the pebble pregnant W in poor health it supply start to a stone O r a beast or a streak of lightning pass and ask all you will have D on’t wish 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 the next day within the ear of deafness chuffed dimples the next day within the cheek of sunlight sufferers of a bit funny story foolish comic story and not using a joker they give the impression of being stupidly W ith their chilly asses they give the impression of being talking out in their bellies Into the wind 26 BONE TO BONE AT the start T hat’s quite a bit larger W e’ve stored ourselves from the flesh Now w e’ll do w hat w e’ll do Say anything W ould you love to be The spine of lightning Say a piece extra W hat am i able to say Hipbone of a hurricane Say whatever else T hat’s all i do know Ribs of heaven W e’re nobody’s bones Say anything else AFTER the start W hat we could do now T hat’s a great 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 track W hat will we do whilst the canine come they prefer bones W e’ll stick of their throats And like it 30 IN THE solar 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 enable the solar caress you Let’s simply love one another in basic terms please no longer the following within the solar every little thing might be obvious right here pricey bone UNDER the floor Muscle of darkness muscle of flesh It’s the entire similar factor W ell what now W e’ll name to bones of every age W e’ll climb to the sunlight W hat then Then w e’ll develop natural stick with it transforming into simply as we please W hat approximately after not anything w e’ll pass all over the 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 comprehend w hat it really is It’s as though m arrow flows via me a few bone-chilling m arrow I don’t comprehend 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 will we cross now W the following might nowhere bones move differently W hat’s there to do There for a very long time nobody and his spouse not anything Have yearned for us to come back W hat do they want 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 fallacious w ith you It’s you w ho’ve swallowed me I can’t see myself both W right here am I now Now not anyone is aware from now on W ho is who or the place It’s all an unsightly dream of dirt are you able to pay attention me i will be able to listen 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 whole 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 remaining are carpenters The pliers seize the nail via the top W ith their enamel and palms they seize it And continue pulling and pulling Pulling it out of the ground often 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 hands 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 somebody hides from another individual Hides lower than his tongue the opposite appears to be like for him below the earth He hides on his brow the opposite appears to be like for him within the sky He hides inside of his forgetfulness the opposite seems for him within the grass appears to be like for him appears T here’s no position he doesn’t glance and searching he loses himself forty-one SEDUCER One strokes the leg of a chair until eventually 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 until eventually it falls off forty two W ED D IN G every one strips his epidermis each one bares his personal constellation W hich hasn't ever noticeable the evening each one fills his epidermis w ith rocks And performs w ith it Lit via his personal stars W ho doesn’t cease until eventually sunrise W ho doesn’t bat an eyelid or fall Earns his personal epidermis (This online game isn't performed) ROSE THIEVES somebody 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 considered one of them steals it Hides it in his center The wind's daughters look See the picked attractiveness And run after the thieves They open their hearts one after the other in a single they discover a middle In one other so support me not anything They open and open their breasts until eventually they discover a center And in that middle the stolen rose forty four BETW EEN video games no one rests This one always shifts his eyes Hangs them on his head And w hether he wishes it or now not begins strolling backwards He places them at the soles of his toes And no matter if he desires it or now not returns strolling on his head This one becomes an ear He hears all that w on’t allow 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 below his toes And sinks his head into his arms forty five This one stretches his sight Stretches it from thumb to thumb Walks over it walks First gradual then quick Then speedier and quicker 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 no one rests forty six RACE a few chunk from the others A leg an arm or no matter what Take it among their tooth Run out as quickly as they could hide it up with earth The others scatter far and wide Sniff glance sniff glance Dig up the total earth in the event that they are fortunate and locate an arm O r leg or no matter what It’s their flip to chew the sport keeps at a full of life velocity so long as there are fingers so long as there are legs so long as there's whatever SEEDS anyone crops another person crops 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 consume the seed Die all immediate The wind strikes into the empty head And starts off to provide start to its personal little winds forty eight ROTTEN MARE each one to every a stone over the guts Stone like a home nobody is to budge lower than the stone either one of them fall over simply to carry a finger click on their tongues twitch their ears O r no less than blink nobody is to budge below the stone either one of them pressure and pressure And become bored and go to sleep And in basic terms in sleep their hair stands up (This video game lasts without end) HUNTER an individual enters with out 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 within H e’s on most sensible an individual enters with no knocking Enters into someone’s ear And doesn’t pop out during the different H e’s roasted 50 ASHES a few are nights others stars each one evening units fireplace to its personal megastar And dances a black dance round it until eventually the big name burns out Then the nights divide themselves a few develop into stars Others stay nights back each one evening units fireplace to its personal famous person And dances a black dance round it till the famous person burns out The final evening turns into either big name and evening It units fireplace to itself And dances the black dance round itself fifty one AFTER the sport eventually the palms seize the stomach So the stomach w on’t burst with laughter merely 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 center So the center w on’t bounce out of the chest yet there’s no center both either fingers 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 let you know fifty two GIVE ME again MY RAGS GIVE ME again MY RAGS simply pop into my head M y recommendations the higher to claw your cheek simply step in entrance of me M y eyes the higher to snap at you simply open your sizeable mouth M y silence the higher to crack your jaws simply strike a cord in me 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 desire 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 adolescence Lapping on the comparable bowl drowsing 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 deceive one another fifty seven 3 I w on’t hold you piggyback I w on’t take you the place you inform me whether I have been shod in gold no matter if I have been harnessed to 3 wheels at the cart of the wind whether I have been bridled to a rainbow D on’t attempt to 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 move 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 center Out of my morsel of solar The rollicking sea of my blood My move my ebb Out of my marooned silence Get out I acknowledged get out O ut of my dwelling 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 dermis Make swings out of my hair for them Toy carts from my vertebrae Gliders from my eyebrows I lead them to butterflies from my smiles W ild beasts from my enamel to seek to kill time W hat form of video game is that this besides 60 6 rattling your root blood and crown And every little thing else on your lifestyles each dried up picture on your mind each shifty eye burning in your fingertips and each step you're taking might 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 this planet 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 means 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 in the back of us W e’re no longer intended for every different I see via your winter velocity 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 might have eyes There’s a freak the following too sixty four 10 )** I I 1 M n might your tongue blacken Your midday your desire every little thing black merely my kick 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 could your each morsel be fiery Your tooth of wax Come on glutton bite all you will want Dumb your wind your w ater your plant life every thing tongue-tied basically my grinding enamel nonetheless loud My hawk at your throat One much less horror on 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 existence round you My overgrown my very unlikely course Now simply try and meet me sixty six 12 adequate of your sweet-talking immortelles O f your candied trifles I don’t are looking to listen to understand adequate sufficient of every thing I’ll say my ultimate adequate Stuff my mouth w ith earth Grind my tooth 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 do could you by no means get back sixty seven 13 D on’t idiot with me freak You concealed a knife less than your shawl Stepped over the road tripped me up You spoiled the sport You sought after my heavens to show over The sunlight to damage my head My rags to be scattered by no means idiot with one other freak simply supply 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 attractive than the realm not anyone 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 existence D eath wasn’t in a position to hold off as dowry nobody can raise them nobody 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 continuously on my own It stopped calculating and close itself away In its rounded sunlit innocence seventy two The sparkling tracks of its calculations Stayed outdoors They started to hunt one another at nighttime To divide themselves whereas multiplying To subtract themselves whereas including T hat’s how it is going at nighttime nobody used to be 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 work out or pay attention itself It made up all types of nonsense simply to turn out 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 realm to witness all of them that it imagined W as now not so ridiculous O r so minute yet used to be after all in errors W as anything 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 via day it climbed its 3 peaks And widespread its heart At evening it rested in a single of its 3 angles every one sunrise it watched its 3 facets develop into 3 fiery wheels And vanish within the blue of no go back seventy six s Hn It took its fourth aspect Embraced it and broke it thrice to conceal it back in its outdated position S.

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