Poem
Samira Negrouche
a cuneiform language lies
a cuneiform language liesin the branches
of a sacred wood
it holds no secret
that can be translated to sound
it is not the virtual transposition
of any narcissism
barely a dream
a geographical arrangement
of what we call life
there are trees in my head
around my bathtub
because the universe is much too large
far from my puddle of water.
© Translation: 2020, Marilyn Hacker
From: The Olives Trees’ Jazz & Other Poems
Publisher: Pleiades, Warrensburg Missouri, 2020
From: The Olives Trees’ Jazz & Other Poems
Publisher: Pleiades, Warrensburg Missouri, 2020
une langue cunéiforme git
une langue cunéiforme git
dans les branchages
d’un bois sacré
elle ne renferme aucun secret
qui se traduise en termes sonores
elle n’est la transposition virtuelle
d’aucun narcissisme
à peine un songe
un aménagement géographique
de ce qu’on appelle vie
il y a des arbres dans ma tête
autour de ma baignoire
parce que le cosmos c’est bien trop grand
loin de ma flaque d’eau.
dans les branchages
d’un bois sacré
elle ne renferme aucun secret
qui se traduise en termes sonores
elle n’est la transposition virtuelle
d’aucun narcissisme
à peine un songe
un aménagement géographique
de ce qu’on appelle vie
il y a des arbres dans ma tête
autour de ma baignoire
parce que le cosmos c’est bien trop grand
loin de ma flaque d’eau.
© 2017, Samira Negrouche
From: Six arbres de fortune autour de ma baignoire
Publisher: Mazette, Paris
From: Six arbres de fortune autour de ma baignoire
Publisher: Mazette, Paris
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Poems of Samira Negrouche
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a cuneiform language lies
a cuneiform language liesin the branches
of a sacred wood
it holds no secret
that can be translated to sound
it is not the virtual transposition
of any narcissism
barely a dream
a geographical arrangement
of what we call life
there are trees in my head
around my bathtub
because the universe is much too large
far from my puddle of water.
© 2020, Marilyn Hacker
From: The Olives Trees’ Jazz & Other Poems
Publisher: 2020, Pleiades, Warrensburg Missouri
From: The Olives Trees’ Jazz & Other Poems
Publisher: 2020, Pleiades, Warrensburg Missouri
a cuneiform language lies
a cuneiform language liesin the branches
of a sacred wood
it holds no secret
that can be translated to sound
it is not the virtual transposition
of any narcissism
barely a dream
a geographical arrangement
of what we call life
there are trees in my head
around my bathtub
because the universe is much too large
far from my puddle of water.
© 2020, Marilyn Hacker
From: The Olives Trees’ Jazz & Other Poems
Publisher: 2020, Pleiades, Warrensburg Missouri
From: The Olives Trees’ Jazz & Other Poems
Publisher: 2020, Pleiades, Warrensburg Missouri
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