Your Favorite Poems

adorable · 02-16-2012, 02:28 PM

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I like reading poetry in Spanish because it tends to be more beautiful than English. Since my Spanish sucks, just like with Latin music - what I read (or hear) tends to be different than what it actually says. lol. When I read the translation I'm always like..."oh, wait..what?"..I usually like my version better. Someday I hope to be able to understand idioms and have the ability to read a word in the context that it's being used. With poetry that ability is critical, otherwise most of the meaning is lost. I'm not there yet.

Moving on....

Autumn Evening
by David Lehman

(after Holderlin)

The yellow pears hang in the lake.
Life sinks, grace reigns, sins ripen, and
in the north dies an almond tree.

A genius took me by the hand and said
come with me though the time has not yet come.

Therefore, when the gods get lonely,
a hero will emerge from the bushes
of a summer evening
bearing the first green figs of the season.

For the glory of the gods has lain asleep
too long in the dark
in darkness too long
too long in the dark.

02-16-2012, 02:28 PM	#11
adorable Member How Do You Identify?: Sarcastically Preferred Pronoun?: She Relationship Status: Unavailable Join Date: Feb 2010 Location: Home of the Yankee's Posts: 752 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 1,708 Thanked 2,644 Times in 590 Posts Rep Power: 12725119	If you want to read the English version click this link. I like reading poetry in Spanish because it tends to be more beautiful than English. Since my Spanish sucks, just like with Latin music - what I read (or hear) tends to be different than what it actually says. lol. When I read the translation I'm always like..."oh, wait..what?"..I usually like my version better. Someday I hope to be able to understand idioms and have the ability to read a word in the context that it's being used. With poetry that ability is critical, otherwise most of the meaning is lost. I'm not there yet. Moving on.... Autumn Evening by David Lehman (after Holderlin) The yellow pears hang in the lake. Life sinks, grace reigns, sins ripen, and in the north dies an almond tree. A genius took me by the hand and said come with me though the time has not yet come. Therefore, when the gods get lonely, a hero will emerge from the bushes of a summer evening bearing the first green figs of the season. For the glory of the gods has lain asleep too long in the dark in darkness too long too long in the dark.