benastrada's articles

  • The Moon And The Yew Tree // La lune et l'if

    - 2 months ago
    Brompton cemetery 3
    [A poem by Sylvia Plath (1932 - 1963)] This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue. The grasses unload their griefs on my feet as if I were God Prickling my ankles and murmuring of their humility Fumy, spiritous mists inhabit this place Separated from my house by a row of headstones. I simply cannot see where there is to get to. The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right, White as a knuckle and terribly upset. It dr…

  • The River's Tale // Conte de la Rivière

    - February 10, 2018
    waiting for the tall ships
    [Un poème de Rudyard Kipling (1865 -1936)] (Prehistoric) Twenty bridges from Tower to Kew - (Twenty bridges or twenty-two) - Wanted to know what the River knew, For they were young, and the Thames was old And this is the tale that River told:-- "I walk my beat before London Town, Five hours up and seven down. Up I go till I end my run At Tide-end-town, which is Teddington. Down I come with the mud in my hands And plaster it over the Maplin Sands. But I'd have you know th…

  • Grand Standigne // Luxuriness

    - January 15, 2018
    skyline1
    [Un poème de Raymond Queneau (1903-1976)] Un jour on démolira ces beaux immeubles si modernes on en cassera les carreaux de plexiglas ou d'ultravitre on démontera les fourneaux construits à polytechnique on sectionnera les antennes collectives de télévision on dévissera les ascenseurs on anéantira les vide-ordures on broiera les chauffoses on pulvérisera les frigidons quand ces immeubles vieilliront du poids infini de la tristesse des choses [ interpretation in English…

  • Sea Fever // La Fièvre du Large

    - January 15, 2018
    Tall Ship 2
    [ Superbe poème de John Masefield (1878-967) qui devint poète lauréat, ou 'poète lauré', en 1930. I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking, And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking. I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And a…