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Mon poème en anglais "Roses"

Mon poème en anglais "Roses"

Publié le 07/12/2007 à 12:00 par suzannazsuzsilesartsetleslettres
Mon poème en anglais "Roses"
Sur la photo: J'écris mon roman dans un café au quartier latin.


"Roses" un de mes poèmes en anglais va être publié dans une anthologie aux USA.
Voilà ce que l'on m'a écrit à ce propos:
A personal note from the desk of:

Howard Ely, Managing Editor

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------


Dear Suzanne,

A few weeks ago, we notified you that "Roses" received the prestigious Editor's Choice Award. We receive thousands of poems every week and approximately 12% of all entries receive this desired award. Your editor, along with the selection committee, chose winners based on the essential elements of poetry: imagery, perspective, discourse, rhythm, diction, language, subject matter, structure, etc. These basic elements of a poem, as established by university and college professors, are set forth in our internal judging guidelines. Your poem in particular was one of special interest to the judges, and therefore was selected for this coveted award. Now that the first phase of judging is complete, your poem will enter the next round, becoming eligible for the $10,000.00 Annual Grand Prize that will be awarded in January 2008.

Suzanne, you should be proud of your accomplishment. Because of inspirational poems like yours, we are doing something that has never been done before. We are publishing an anthology that will include poetry masters from the past along with contemporary poets . . . The Little Black Book of Poetry: Past Masters & Contemporary Artists.

We've already chosen some famous poets, such as Yeats, Dickinson, Whitman, and Wordsworth, but there are so many more to choose. Selecting quality contemporary poetry is a challenge. With your permission, I'd like to include "Roses" as one of the contemporary poems. Please complete our online Artist's Release Form as soon as possible so that you can be included in this unique publication. We also request that you please include your biography, which will appear on the page opposite your poem. There is a nominal typesetting fee for this service.

Et voici le poème, mais je l'ai déjà présenté sur mon blog:


Roses
Red roses
And yellow ones
How proud
Have you become
When you look at me
And laugh
On my turn
I must smile
I would like to be as happy
As you are
My thoughts are flying
So far
Do you know
My dear flowers
Growing on my way
That life
For everyone
Is going away

Suzanne Palasti

Copyright ©2007 Suzanne Palasti




:: Les commentaires des internautes ::

khadija le 14/07/2008
salu ce poéme est adorable je l'adore
Mon blog


ahcene mariche le 27/07/2008
je viens juste de lire voir votre blog et ça m a vraiment plu .moi aussi j ai déjà édité un recueil d e poésie en anglais et trois autres en kabyle et français.
je vous envois ici qlq poèmes en anglais et la préface d e mon recueil intitulé " voluble nights"

01 – I will be your shadow

My step will follow close to yours
I will be your shadow, henceforth
You walk and I follow you
You sit and I fold
I’ll never leave you, it’s bound to happen
Until night falls

You will find me at the same place
As soon as the first ray pierces you
With your back to the sun
I will stand by you, bending
If you face the sun
Behind you, I’ll be your faithful dog

When the sun appears on zenith
You would believe I’ve vanished
Relieved, you would think I came back to the shelter
But I remain, as far as sun is here
And whenever you feel fainting because of the heat
Look to your feet, I’ll be there to give you honours

I hate the falling night
It separates us
It brings me despair and worry
And leaves the place empty
I’m impatient, oh dawn! To see you
You appear, and I’m happy again!

The gleam comes to my rescue
Awakening me the coming night
And granting me a second chance
I need this faltering light
To thread the ****** in its escaping needle
And without realizing
I will appear to her, on the wall, a giant shadow

I will extend the day
To the sun, I will set up a dam
And then he won’t lie down
On the gloom, I will put a guard
To stop its advance and slow its step
You and me, we will enjoy ourselves
_______Life is only fleeting_______


06 – My body shivers

My body still shivers
My heart still moans
I am so frightened
Whenever she comes nearer
My skin turns to a goose flesh
As if I spent the night in frost

Everything I see sends me back to her
All that we lived together
Is not expected or planned
We were walking innocently
Until we reached the doors of love kingdom

We had so sweet moments
We wondered at seeing
Those days flying so fast
And months turning steadily
My heart has never known
Such a moving story

Time arranges things
But we don’t realize
Later, we come to remember and recall memories
Then, we wonder how a drop of water
Can pierce a rock and bore it

Time arranges things
As it goes by it gives us habits
But we link everything to fate
We say it’s our destiny
We got used to each other, really
So our love is born.


12 – Memories

If I could forget
I would have erased every feeling
As if my heart was quite free
But I still remember
Every memory wakes something in me

Every bit of memory takes out its right
When it comes to my mind
I shell its story
Into words stretching out
Like in a rite it has got a share
And belongs to a large tribe

When I make a slight mistake
My mind keeps turning it over
I don’t bother anyone
I don’t cause any harm
Yet I keep turning over
And I always feel guilty

Merciless judge of myself
I always worry about little as well as big matters
I care so much for my dignity
My days and nights are alike
Everyday I think about future
From the breaking of dawn

I feel sorry for the poor
I feel sad for the sick
Their sight breaks my heart
If I had long arms
I would pull out remedy for them
From the depths of waters

Memories of the ways I’ve taken
I will never forget them
I was lacking of nothing
I am telling you about others’misery
I’ve confined it deep inside me
Today, I am eager to write something about it.

25 – The poet

The poet who sleeps inside me
You came to awake him softly
Foolish, he used to sleep only
He has been dumb for years
Today, he utters words
As nice as your frame
The stream of your charm
Awoke him and took him out of the dead

I’ve never thought
One day I will become a poet
And I will love to death
I’ve never thought
One day, I will know this feeling
And without realizing I found myself
Invaded by its passion
Standing on its blazing fire,
I was waiting to burn.

I believed I was in peace, at last
And my heart could have a rest

He beats for her and follows her rhythm
I thought I was dreaming
My life has turned upside down
What I’ve never known
Has become my only concern
I was moving forward,
No obstacle on my way.

You don’t see what I see
My eyes are my scales
You don’t feel what I feel
My sensitivity is sharp

The word you seek for
Is on the tip of my tongue
What you want to say
You can find it in my poems
Words come to me,
Well arranged in verses and rhymes

I don’t sort out words
The poet who lives in me
Sets out the ups and downs
Words are well stressed
You’d think I was a famous artist
The poet who lives in me
Draws water for me from a flowing source.

27 – The truth

The being says the truth
But never in its entirety
Eating all a half
And even more to spoil the whole
Moreover, he sews and sticks pieces
A rough cloth can’t conceal

The truth is like water
Forcing one’s way under a tight rock
Even after years full of notches
It is not altered
It still shines like scattered stars.

Is it concealed?
Or at the bottom of a well?
One day grounds will be
As oil on water, it will stretch out
The liar has short memory, he will forget
In the end, he will confess.

The word is like a shot
Unable to go back once gone
It can destroy a village in a night
Or gather its people in the same yard
The word is sometimes like a nettle
And sometimes as white as a flower

The fine talker
Thoughtless of his saying, the fine talker
Without filtering his speech to his audience
Among small or big stitches of the sorter
For his misfortune,
He must assume when his hour comes

He will be the object of infamy
Pouring on him in streams of rain
at falling night, he will let place to regret
Covered with indignation and ignominy,
He will keep eyes down
And head bent meanly.

30 – Restless spirit

I am harassed and pursued by my dreams
They watch and wait for me every falling night
Once my head on the pillow
They come in crowd to find me
Troubles are so many
Never resolved and impossible to untie

They take me so far and, unconscious,
I move forward, of hope, shivering
I wait for the moment of joy, I want to believe in
Wishing that my wound would heal and then, no more despair.
That the goal is near and maybe this evening
I shall arrive to pick the fruit and sit in

My poor heart unstable and capricious
Goes up and down, making jumps so perilous
When the right moment is long to come
He starts groaning
I give him another chance to be happy
Miserable, he waits only.

The worry he sees at last tiring
Another takes soon the relay
To break him down
Then he finds himself lost and so far
And when he looks around
He realizes that, for him, nothing has changed

In the dreams which populate his world
His face is lighting and without a wrinkle
He doesn’t know that those dreams are treacherous and hollow
Hollow like a lying witness
Betrayed and compelled to walk back without a guide
The dreams shipped him and promised him the splendid land.

Everyone who believes in his dreams goes towards his loss
He opens his eyes on the unexpected and loses head
As someone who finds himself in the sea
Drawn by the waves on the up of crests
Once soul rendered,
They throw him on the shore.



31 – My troubles in feast

My heart gathered all my troubles
He chased away my sleep
He made a big noise in my brain
And didn’t let a single space
Where to put you poor soul?
The cumbersome worries hired your refuge

They came in great number
I wonder how could he bear them all
Before, they were scattered
Each of them took shelter in a corner
With light speed, he drew them towards me

They jostled each other
And refused concession
So impatient to set out their issues
That they kept dancing around in circle
My reason lost its reason

My spirit tried to discipline them
According to their value
They were all in a hurry
This is why they came at once
He swore and confessed
That each will settle apart

We ordered them in scales
We started by the urgent ones
In order to avoid misfortunes
As for the rest, it won’t be late
The hard times would have gone away

I switched on the light and I wrote
Words followed one another in a ******
That I lengthened into a poem
My pen rather than my tongue
Will be my best witness

I scraped deeply my brain
Then I switched off the light
I felt my head so light
That I wanted to fall asleep
It’s time for me to set my bones
It’s three o’clock and dawn broke

Taken from the first poems’ book entitled “Voluble Nights “


Six poems by Ahcene Mariche translated into English by Dalila AÏT SALEM :

01- Saint Valentin

It’s the fourteenth of February
Lovers, every year, celebrate it
Everyone spends this day
With the loved one
A long time ago it was the tradition
Of Valentin and Valentine

Everybody his own path
All look for something
Trying to find the symbol
The witness of their love
Young and old together
Shaken by this breeze
Shaken by this sensation

Towards fields we are all going
To pick flowers and roses
And to sow love inside hearts
No one should feel jealous
From love we draw only delight
And from war only the worst

Centuries have gone
But history gathered them
In annals of love
They loved each other, we named them
Their stories are still alive

Antar and Abla have been resuscitated
Chabane and Drifa Ujajih
Also Qeys and Leyla
Even Romeo and Juliet
Saâiyed and Hizya are here
And what led to exile
El Hasnaoui and Fadhma
Among them the recent one
Is the story of Ahcene and Zivka

Vicent Van Gogh the famous
His story was so moving
He saw himself underestimated
After the refusal of his beloved
He kept begging her
He cut even his own ear

Everyone offered a gift
The choice was easy for all
But me, so troubled
What is going to be my proof?
Everything I have seen
Is not worth my love

I chose many presents, at last
To offer to my sweet heart
A rose in one hand
A poem in the other
On a paper I drew her beauty
With clay I shaped her frame

On her lap I will put the whole
Then, I will have to write a book
Describing all my love
To a scenario I will fit it
And we’ll have the main roles

The fifteenth of February came
We stepped on history
On all tongues we are
Our names are here
today so clear
Remember Zivka and Ahcene

Praise to you ô Saint Valentin
Praise to you ô Saint Valentine
Praise to you ô Qeys
Praise to you ô Leila
Praise to you ô El Hasnaoui
Praise to you ô Fadhma
Praise to you ô Saaiyed
Praise to you ô Hizya
Praise to you ô Romeo
Praise to you ô Juliet
Praise to you ô Chabane
Praise to you ô Dhrifa
Praise to you ô Antar
Praise to you ô Abla

Now we are among you
Don’t deceive us
All that you endured
Is our destiny too
As wild beasts we are chased
As criminals we are damned
We are imploring your protection
Ô venerated Saints!


02- Life issues

In our life issues are various
I've picked many
And I’ve dealt with only few
Know that they came to me
Without looking for them

Fear is the biggest flaw
It cancels all aims,
Even the dearest ones
Though your desire grows
Frightened, you never take a step forward

It's easy to be mistaken
Many people are caught in this trap
Even the most skilful ones
No one can escape
Only God the holy and those who don't act.

Work is our hobby
As soon as we start it
We forget time and conflicts
Working is so good for health
Though rest doesn't kill

Discouragement and lassitude are rotten provisions
Like a shadow they follow you
Whenever you head for something
Put them off your bag
And avoid looking backward

Reasoning is something great
Nations seek for it
Nowadays it's scarce
The good and useful idea
Who is going to give it?
For so long we have waited for it

The worst feeling is jealousy
When its scales get on
It spoils everything
It has killed some and blinded others
In life it lets no harmony

Forgiveness is the best gift
Who wouldn't like it?
It unties knots, brings peace
And renders life tasteful

The nicest day is today
We want it everlasting
Because we've found what we seek
It seems as long as a century
It makes us forget our misery

The sweetest thing in life is the pure love
If you have it as your lot
Your days will flourish
Your nights will tremble
And your face will light up

These are issues I wanted to deal with
Good as well as bad ones
Everybody has a view
I have given you my own
Don't make me feel guilty
Whoever thinks differently
Has to get ready to say his idea.


























03- One word

Words are like bees
They have honey and venom
Sometimes they are so sweet
Sometimes as wounding as knives

A word can bring you up
Until you reach the top
Then, you will know
Fame and wealth
Glory and power

A word can knock you down
The fall is so abrupt
That you lose everything you own
You had to turn over your tongue
Before uttering the clumsy word

A word can bother you
All of a sudden it changes your mood
In your mind you keep turning it over
Till it disturbs you

A word can be sharper than a knife
Its cutting is so aching
The liver burns
The eye is hurt with tears
All parts of the body are wounded
As if they are pierced by a sword

A word like wine or a drug
Can make you drunk
And sometimes as raging
As a stormy ocean
Your spirit gets restless
And your nights sleepless

A word can heal you
Its echo is your shadow
It gets close to you
And makes you forget your pains
Delighted, you get rid of your fears
The comforting word makes you enjoy life.


05 - Negligence

If we could make of negligence an arm
It would cause disaster
Pains and wounds
And lead us to despair and failure

No one can tolerate it
It is the ruin of all hopes
We want to keep away from it
When we see its doing
From our minds we have to chase it
Together we will succeed

Negligence is the worst flaw
It destroys castles
And devastates people
It is even merciless
Its preys are here to show
That it led their lives to wreck

Look again around you
You will notice
The huge number of victims
Many are those who fall down
Because no one supports them
And all memories are erased
Because no one recalls them

Like an illness, negligence
Kills, blinds and paralyses
Like fire stired up with hay
Or like floods devastating frontiers

The negligent should be penalized
Their judgment must be harsh
They stole, killed and destroyed
They are worse than guns and knives


Negligence appears at early hours
Like a threatening shadow
Quiet and with a firm step
It goes beyond boundaries
Quickly it reaches the fatal end

Original version by ahcene mariche , translated into english by dalaila ait salem
Poèmes tirés des deux premiers recueils de ahcene mariche « les nuits volubiles » et « confidences et mémoires ».

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Anonyme le 13/12/2009
Bravo et merci Ln


j'aime les fraises le 01/03/2010
Ben moi je ne comprend rien au poèmes mais je suis sure qu'ils sont charmants et pleins d'imagination ! En fait je cherche juste un poème pour ma correspondante anglaise ! Merci


Anonyme le 18/11/2010
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cordialment
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