Poem
Márcio-André
a salmon pierces the afternoon with a fish quietude
a salmon pierces the afternoon with a fish quietudemetal-light the flame
phlox or the fluorine of a thousand flowers –
from the window the factory like a standstill train
the one malfunction in a man’s heart
or a man’s reverse
and the still-born race of clothes on the line
to put the books in order it’s necessary to disorder the city
and all godless things
the late afternoon kites anchor the houses onto the sky
and we realise:
black holes are burrs in the universe
© Translation: 2012, Ana Hudson
een zalm doorboort de middag met vissenkalmte
een zalm doorboort de middag met vissenkalmtemetalicht de vlam
phlox of het fluor van duizend bloemen –
vanuit het raam de fabriek geparkeerd als een trein
enige feil van het mensenhart
of het negatief van een mens
en het doodgeboren ras van kleren aan de waslijn
om de boeken te ordenen moet de stad overhoop worden gehaald
en alle dingen die geen god hebben
de vliegers in de namiddag ankeren de huizen in de hemel
en wij beseffen:
zwarte gaten zijn braamranden van het universum
© Vertaling: 2012, Arie Pos
um salmão penetra a tarde em quietude de peixe
metaleve o lume
phlox ou o flúor de mil flores –
da janela a fábrica estacionada como um trem
falha única no coração do homem
ou o negativo de um homem
e a raça natimorta das roupas nos varais
para ordenar os livros é preciso desarrumar a cidade
e todas as coisas que não têm deus
as pipas no fim da tarde ancoram as casas no céu
e compreendemos:
buracos negros são rebarbas de universo
metaleve o lume
phlox ou o flúor de mil flores –
da janela a fábrica estacionada como um trem
falha única no coração do homem
ou o negativo de um homem
e a raça natimorta das roupas nos varais
para ordenar os livros é preciso desarrumar a cidade
e todas as coisas que não têm deus
as pipas no fim da tarde ancoram as casas no céu
e compreendemos:
buracos negros são rebarbas de universo
© 2012, Márcio-André
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a salmon pierces the afternoon with a fish quietude
a salmon pierces the afternoon with a fish quietudemetal-light the flame
phlox or the fluorine of a thousand flowers –
from the window the factory like a standstill train
the one malfunction in a man’s heart
or a man’s reverse
and the still-born race of clothes on the line
to put the books in order it’s necessary to disorder the city
and all godless things
the late afternoon kites anchor the houses onto the sky
and we realise:
black holes are burrs in the universe
© 2012, Ana Hudson
a salmon pierces the afternoon with a fish quietude
a salmon pierces the afternoon with a fish quietudemetal-light the flame
phlox or the fluorine of a thousand flowers –
from the window the factory like a standstill train
the one malfunction in a man’s heart
or a man’s reverse
and the still-born race of clothes on the line
to put the books in order it’s necessary to disorder the city
and all godless things
the late afternoon kites anchor the houses onto the sky
and we realise:
black holes are burrs in the universe
© 2012, Ana Hudson
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