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.