Poetry

Ever since I can remember, I’ve loved poetry. I won’t pretend to be an erudite, ’cause I’d go out for ice-cream over reading as soon as somebody called, but in my solitary moments, as well as in times of grief and despair, I’ve always resorted to poetry.

Last Sunday we went to the movies and saw Jim Jarmusch’ Paterson. I absolutely loved it, I couldn’t recommend it more! And this is how I discovered William Carlos Williams, a modernist Puerto Rican-American poet. And while reading his poems that touched me to the bone, I stumbled upon another great poet- Jillian Weise. I love her colloquial style and wanted to share one of her love poems with you.

Beside You on Main Street

Jillian Weise

We were stepping out of a reading
in October, the first cold night,
and we were following this couple,
were they at the reading? and because
we were lost, I called out to them,
“Are you going to the after party?”
The woman laughed and said no
and the man kept walking, and she
was holding his hand like I hold yours,
though not exactly, she did not
need him for balance. Then what
got into me? I said, “How long
have you been married?” and she said
“Almost 30 years” and because
we were walking in public, no secret,
tell everyone now it’s official,
I said, “How’s marriage?” The man
kept walking. The woman said,
“It gets better but then it gets different.”
The man kept walking.

 

xxx, Alina

Pablo Neruda

This one is for you, dear Tsoki. You introduced me to this great poet 15 years ago and I´ve searched comfort in his verses one too many times. As much as I wish it weren´t so, my inner frame is pretty frail and I suffer compulsively, almost like I´m enjoying it. Anyways. This is how I feel today:

Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines

by Pablo Neruda

 

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example,’The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.’

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another’s. She will be another’s. Like my kisses before.
Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

xxx, Alina

Ode to Odd Børretzen

This one is for my Scandinavian readers. It´s raining in Paris, I have a bit of a hangover and fall seems to be settling in for good. Besides, we´re leaving to Oslo this evening and leaving Paris always makes me sad. It reminded me of a poem by the late Norwegian singer Odd Børretzen and I thought I´d share it with you. It´s so Norwegian and yet so romantic. I simply adore it. We Romanians are so passionate and dramatic and yet I was taken aback by the simplicity of these words. Basically he says that I don´t mind the rain outside as long as your head is on my pillow.

I love Odd Børretzen. We almost attended his concert 3 years ago in Bergen, but it was halfway finished and I had to go to work early the day after, so we dropped it. A couple of years ago he passed away. :-/

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