{"id":10042,"date":"2021-05-22T18:21:15","date_gmt":"2021-05-22T15:21:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=10042"},"modified":"2021-12-23T13:12:37","modified_gmt":"2021-12-23T11:12:37","slug":"elegie-elegy-elegie-elegia","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=10042","title":{"rendered":"ELEGIE \/ ELEGY \/ ELEGIE \/ ELEGIA"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

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ELEGIE \/ ELEGY \/ ELEGIE \/ ELEGIA<\/p>\n


Ich hab getrunken getrunken getrunken den Tau
deines Haars an dem rauchigen endlosen Tag,
als die Nacht kam zu Mittag und als kein Morgen mehr kam.
Ich hab verschlungen verschlungen, als ob es kein Aufh\u00f6rn g\u00e4b,
deinen Blick so finster leuchtend unter den Brauen.
Ich hab mir genommen, ihn nicht zu verfehlen verlieren vergessen,
den Schritt deiner Knie unerm\u00fcdlich, schmal.
Da brannte ein Holzfeuer im Herd
und alle lachten mit dir und riefen und drehten das Sch\u00f6pfrad.
Wenn alles stirbt um dich her, alles erloschen, vergossen scheint,
wenn alles stirbt,
das Feuer verglommen, das Sch\u00f6pfrad still,
ich selbst wohl erkaltet, unser Baum gef\u00e4llt,
aber dein Bild, ein flie\u00dfendes brennendes steht mir im Mund –
bin ich dann unab\u00e4nderlich starr und erloschen, tot?<\/p>\n

(“Die Stille des Taifuns”)<\/p>\n


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ELEGY<\/p>\n

I drank drank drank the dew
of your hair on the smoky endless day
when night came at noon and when no more morning came.
I devoured devoured as if there was no stopping,
your gaze so darkly glowing under your brows.
I took care not to miss it, lose it, forget it,
the pace of your knees, tireless, narrow.
There was a wood fire burning in the stove
and everyone laughed with you and shouted and turned the bucket wheel.
When everything dies around you, everything is extinguished, seems shed,
when everything dies,
the fire has gone out, the bucket wheel is still,
Myself probably cold, felled our tree,
only your image, flowing burning stays in my mouth –
am I then perpetual rigid and extinguished, dead?<\/p>\n

(The silence of the typhoon)<\/p>\n


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ELEGIE<\/p>\n

Eu am b\u0103ut am b\u0103ut am baut roua
p\u0103rului t\u0103u \u00een ziua fumurie nesf\u00e2r\u0219it\u0103
c\u00e2nd a venit noaptea la pr\u00e2nz \u0219i c\u00e2nd nu a mai venit nici o diminea\u021ba.
Am devorat devorat de parca nu ar exista nici o oprire,
privirea ta at\u00e2t de \u00eentunecat\u0103 str\u0103lucind sub spr\u00e2ncene.
Am avut grij\u0103 s\u0103 nu-l ratez, s\u0103 nu-l pierd, s\u0103 nu-l uit,
ritmul genunchilor t\u0103i, neobosit, \u00eengust.
\u00cen sob\u0103 ardea un foc de lemne
\u0219i toat\u0103 lumea radea cu tine \u0219i striga \u0219i \u00eentorcea roata morii.
C\u00e2nd totul moare \u00een jurul t\u0103u, totul se stinge, pare lepadat,
c\u00e2nd totul moare,
focul s-a stins, roata e nemiscata,
Eu \u00eensumi probabil rece, copacul nostru doborat,
doar imaginea ta, una curgatoare arzatoare imi sta in gura –
sunt atunci constant rigid \u0219i stins, mort?<\/p>\n

(T\u0103cerea taifunului)<\/p>\n


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ELEGIA<\/p>\n

Join join join
kasteen
hiuksistasi savuisena loputtomana
p\u00e4iv\u00e4n\u00e4,
kun y\u00f6 tuli keskip\u00e4iv\u00e4ll\u00e4, eik\u00e4
aamua en\u00e4\u00e4 tullut.
Ahmin ahmin ahmin,
kuin loppua ei koskaan tulisi,
katseesi niin tummana hehkuen alla
kulmiesi.
Pidin huolen siit\u00e4, etten ohita,
menet\u00e4, unohda,
polviesi tahtia, v\u00e4sym\u00e4t\u00f6nt\u00e4, kapeaa.
Puut paloivat liedess\u00e4
ja kaikki nauroivat kanssasi ja huusivat ja py\u00f6rittiv\u00e4t
vesipy\u00f6r\u00e4\u00e4.
Kun kaikki kuolee ymp\u00e4rill\u00e4si, kaikki n\u00e4ytt\u00e4\u00e4 sammuneen, vuotanee,
kun kaikki kuolee,
tuli hiipunut, vesiratas pys\u00e4htynyt,
min\u00e4 itsekin kai kylmennyt, puumme kaatunut,
mutta kuvasi, virtaava, palava, on
suussani –
olenko siis peruuttamattomasti j\u00e4ykk\u00e4 ja
sammunut, kuollut?<\/p>\n

(“Taifuunin hiljaisuus”)<\/p>\n


Translated by Maria Magdalena Biela<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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