By James Phillips, Claude Esteban
This is often my test. This e-book comprises either the unique French and English translation.
Contains either Conjuncture of physique and backyard, and a shorter paintings, Cosmogony. Claude Esteban was once born in 1935 in Paris. as well as 5 different works of poetry, Mr. Esteban has released a number of collections of essays and translations. His vital article De l. a. poesie comme rebel (Poetry as Insurrection), the foreword to the French variation of Octavio Paz's Ladera este, first seemed in English translation in Octavio Paz: Homage to the Poet released by means of KOSMOS in 1981. quantity IV of the KOSMOS sleek Poets in Translation sequence. French-English, ix + seventy nine pages. Library of Congress Catalog Card quantity: 87-17028.
Translated via James Phillips. common Editor, sleek Poets in Translation sequence, Kosrof Chantikian.
"The poetic sequences Conjuncture of physique and backyard and Cosmogony, the 1st in prose, the second one in verse, serve to demonstrate ... [a] trust in a poetic house right away current and primordial. In Conjuncture, the speaker descends right into a backyard as profuse in crops as in allusion and reminiscence, discovering in each circulation and remark a part of a drama of mythological proportions: union with nature, the liked, and the written be aware, in existence and in loss of life. The poetic sequences ... serve to demonstrate ... a poetic house immediately current and primordial. His paintings will allure so much to these for whom poetry in a celebratory and myth-making mode doesn't ... require suspension of disbelief." --Choice, September 1988
Claude Esteban was once a French poet, essayist, and translator. He released 13 books of poems and a number of other collections of essays on poetry, literature, and visible artwork, and he translated Paz, Borges, and García Lorca into French. He used to be offered the Mallarmé Prize, the Grand Prix de Poésie de l. a. Société des gens de lettres, the France tradition Prize, and the Prix Goncourt.
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An oracle has spoken. You will be a god. Your body has grown light already, oh migration. You will be a god, who knows. Hosanna on the highest dream. And the blood which doesn't yield, a stream of moons and lamentations. XXIX Yes, your hand. Yes, your menace. Yes, your laugh. Beyond my cries, who calls to you, my very dark one? I have wept against a wall. Have torn my sex in dreams. Who would want my fear? Who would separate me, without hatred, from my rabble? You who travel far away, I am this darkened pier, this root.
Tes remparts de silence, ton hiver. Je t'offrirai ce qui n'a pas de nom dans mon histoire. Ce vin tres noir ou je m'abreuve chaque nuit. Nous marcherons tout un matin sur des terrasses qui te ressemblent. Le soir venu, tu connaitras la vraie couleur de mon pays. Nous nous regarderons sans crainte et presque sans memoire. Nous nous separerons. Pour, quand reviendra l'aube, mieux nous combattre. 29 CLAUDE ESTEBAN XXXVII I set up a tragedy. I ordered, one by one, its acts. Down below, the meaning.
Achevemoi. xxx Toi qui triomphes dans le roux, jardin, jardin de tout l'ete, je t'imagine sous la neige. Je te veux couronne de blanc, et que cesse par les flocons la suffisance exacte de tes arbres. Tu te resous trop vite aux fruits parfaits. J e veux le geste epars, je veux la main qui te parseme d'incertitude. Je marche sans te voir. Et le sol sous mes pas devient cette contree friable ou tu n'es plus, jardin si lourd, qu'un peu de poudre. CLAUDE ESTEBAN 23 XXVIII It's ringing, do you hear, inside the ramparts of your brain.
Conjuncture of Body and Garden: Cosmogony by James Phillips, Claude Esteban