Poemas Internacionales International Poems

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Poemas Internacionales International Poems
Poemas Internacionales
International Poems
Solneto
Sunnet
Urayoán Noel
Urayoán Noel
syllabic staircase sonnet
soneto silábico en escalinata
sol
crisol
o frijol
grito bemol
perdido en el mall
de un downtown sin farol
en la ciudad de aerosol
y arterias de colesterol
postales de otra Sevastopol
interceptadas por la Metropol
en rascacielos de sangre tornasol
Apollinaire degolló soles en alcohol
los contraterroristas soplan su caracol
hologramas digitales de un falso rocanrol
sun
you stun
with your gun
aimed at no one
where car tires spun
now street heat comes undone
like some seventies rerun
burned onto the skin just for fun
and the corpse with its hair in a bun
tells the CEOs who call 9-1-1
“no one is an island but we are all Donne”
while the mall Muzak plays “We’ve Only Just Begun”
as remixed by the ghosts of La Lupe and Big Pun
and counterterrorists text “son, the enemy has won”
First published in La Más Bella (Spain) and forthcoming in Buzzing
Hemisphere/Rumor Hemisférico (University of Arizona Press)
Herbstliche Bahnfahrt durch die Mark Brandenburg
Hejo Müller
Autumn Trainride through Mark Brandenburg
Hejo Müller / translated by James Brandenburg
Tanzende Kiefern
an dunklen Seen
Dunkelgrün-braun-blaues Fest
des Waldes
vom Gold
der Birken und Buchen durchloht
Pines dance around dark lakes.
Dark green-brown-blue
festival of the forest.
Praise rings on high
from the gold
of birches and beech trees.
Durch die Fenster des Zuges
zittert bitterer Kartoffelkrautbrandgeruch
Im Mund der Geschmack von
in der Glut des Feuers
gerösteten kleinen Kartoffeln!
Dann die Dämmerung
Nebel vermählt sich
dem Rauch der Feldfeuer.
Through train windows
vibrates the bitter smell
of burning potato-tops.
Our taste buds salivate
over small potatoes
roasting over embers.
Glutroter Tod
der Sonne.
Rhythmisch
singt der Zug
ein Requiem
20
Voices de la Luna, 15 July 2015
Then dusk droops over us
fog lifts its fingers to wed
the smoke from fields aflame.
The sun dies
passionately
in the red glow.
The train sings
rhythmically
its requiem.

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