Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Celebrate #NationalPoetryMonth with Ivan de Monbrison #Frenchpoets #translation

Original below. English translation follows 




                   Le repos




on entend encore
                                   au loin
un battement de coeur
  une porte s'ouvre
on oublie tout
le souvenir entier
tient dans un cadre
 comme un oiseau sans bec
                            aux ailes refermées
on a aussi oublié de se cacher
mais on avait tout vu d'abord
juste à ce moment là
        une bagarre éclate
                   entre deux ivrogne dans la rue
le spectacle attire les badauds
on s'en va
on a peur d'être suivi
alors on presse le pas
  on court presque
       il fait noir maintenant
  il faut prendre garde de ne pas trébucher
on arrive chez soi
on n'a que quelques heures pour se reposer
      avant
                l'aube
on dort
    et déjà le cadre
        où se trouvait l'oiseau sans bec
                 est tombé
on se réveille
on observe le nuage qui flotte
                             dans sa cage
il voudrait s'échapper du miroir
                               comme toi
mais comme il te ressemble!
J'ai compté les minutes qui passent
          à l'aide de mes dix doigts
avant cela j'avais perdu le sens du temps
je sais
     maintenant enfin qui je suis
          et j'ai pu mourir en dormant
    dans tes bras
les yeux couverts de baisers.

 Rest




we can still hear
                           in the distance
a beat of the heart
   a door opens
we forget everything
the whole memory
stands in a frame
   like a beak-less bird
                   with folded wings
we have forgotten to hide
we had already seen it all
at this very moment
     a fight has started
           between two drunks in the street
the show attracts the passers-by
we drift away
we are scared to be followed
so we hurry up
  we almost run
        it is pitch dark now
  we must be careful not to stumble
we get back home
we only have a few hours to rest
  before
              dawn
we are asleep
  and yet the frame
         where the beak-less bird stood
                 just fell down
we wake up
we watch the cloud floating
                             in its cage
it wants to get out of the mirror
                      just like you
and it looks so much like you!
I have been counting the minutes passing by
             with my ten fingers
before that I had lost sense of time
Now I finally

             know who I really am
             and I could die sleeping
      in your arms
my eyes covered with kisses
          



IVAN DE MONBRISON is French poet, writer and artist who lives in Paris and Marseille. His poems or short stories have appeared in several literary magazines in France, Italy, Belgium, The UK, Canada, Australia, Switzerland and in the US. Five poetry chapbooks of his works have been published: L'ombre déchirée, Journal, La corde à nu, Ossuaire and Sur-Faces. His first poem-novel les Maldormants has been published in 2014, in France..

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