When I was growing up my mother would say to me: “Child of mine you have your head in the clouds.”
When I grew older I discovered that folks who write poetry are in the minority.
I’m half afraid to write poetry
for you who never read it much
and I’m left laboring
with the secrets and the silence
In plain language.
— Adrienne Rich
The challenge for today is to pick a language that you don’t know, and then translate a poem in that language.
Use the sound and shape of the words and lines to guide you, without worrying too much about whether your translation makes sense!
I chose to translate a poem written in Norwegian from a collection called Regnværsgåter (Riddles in Rainy Weather) by Gro Dahle.
HVEM ER DET SOM VENTER PÅ DEG UANSETT HVA DU HAR GJORT UANSETT HVA DU HAR SAGT MYKERE ENN DU HADDE TENKT BEDRE ENN DU KUNNE HUSKE?
i det slitte gamle trekket
Et eneste stort kinn
Have they met some Ventura (good fortune) perhaps inserted afar? You have jotted down “Inserted Afar”, you have said Mercury in the Heavens; think betraying them, you can help?
Put it down!
I do slither as gamblers trekked.
And earnestly sought out kindred spirits
Above the state of OM (primordial vibration),
Five nails I see.
Below is the correct translation of the poem.
WHO IS WAITING FOR YOU REGARDLESS OF WHAT YOU HAVE DONE REGARDLESS OF WHAT YOU HAVE SAID SOFTER THAN WHAT YOU HAD THOUGHT BETTER THAN WHAT YOU COULD RECALL?
in the worn old cover
One big cheek
National Poetry Writing Month (also known as NaPoWriMo) is a creative writing project held annually in April in which participants attempt to write a poem each day for one month.
Today is Day 13 of the challenge… I heard from a trusted source that it’s not too late to enter the challenge!
“Your prompt for today is simply to take a walk. Make notes — mental or otherwise — on what you see on your walk, and incorporate these notes into your poem. A bit more serene and observational than yesterday, and hopefully a nice, calming poem to begin your weekend with.”
Paper Dance Steps
CUTS an old-fashioned
into paper dance steps
for left and right
She lays the makeshift choreography on the frozen sidewalk
directly below her ninth floor Boston apartment.
She counts from 1 to 100
for her partner to appear.
The question what is love is the most popular search on Google — but what’s the answer?
B. Pragma — mature love which develops over a long period of time.
C. Love is not one thing.
D. Love is obsession, all-consuming, like a physical pain.
E. Love is freedom.
F. Love is all of the above.
G. Love is none of the above.
F. “Follow your bliss.” – Joseph Campbell
As we grow old…the beauty steals inward.
The good news is that the moment you decide that what you know
is more important than what you have been taught to believe,
you will have shifted gears in your quest for abundance.
Success comes from within, not from without.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)