Each language comes with set of "sensibilites"foreign to many other cultures,and largely not understood. I wrote the following "poem"in continental Portuguese, the language of the FADO [see below]. I found myself going in a direction I didn't intend. The language brought me there.No Brazilian would ever have written anything like this, nor would they have understood it.There is a '"streak'" in my own writing n English that comes from a similar place.Neither is very appealing and often misunderstood as melodrama,which, in fact, it just may be.But poetry tells who we are.
Trás-Os-Montes
faz um milhão de anos
parece que
deixei os vales
trás os montes altos
acima do mar
onde a lua amarêla pålida
faixas de vermelho escuro
sangra noite
e a chuva entristece dia
Há lugares nêste mundo
onde vai a natureza
a chorar sua tristeza
lugares que seguem
o coração
onde quer que va
TRAS-0S-MONTES [ a harsh mountainous region in north-west Portugal]
I left the valleys
across the mountains
high above the sea
where the pale yellow moon
with streaks of deep red
bleeds the night
and a cold rain
saddens the day.
There are places in this world
where Nature cries her sadness.
Places that follow your heart
wherever you go
FADO
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Just beautiful joe
Each line speaks volumes to me and the last stanza is so special.
I would only suggest to make clear breaks for a smoother read, but it is great anyway.
Thanks for sharing.
Thanks, Rula. I will work on
Thanks, Rula. I will work on that
Joe
Dearest Joe
profoundly beautiful in its simplicity you really have a way of saying so much with so few words
as always a pleasure
there is always a minute sense of pain that I feel underlying each word it maybe just me eh ?
love your Jayne xxxx
You read me well. my Jayne.
You read me well. my Jayne. Yes.
with love from your Joe
Joe
Although you say this place is rugged and harsh Joe
It is a place of beauty held within your words.
Keep that place with you Joe, it is as my cave.
A place to feel safe from anything no matter about its physical form.
There you can call your loves to meet you and talk with you.
Find a spot there that is bathed in sunshine,
The eternal sunshine that has driven you all these years..
Loved it, can I borrow it if you don't really like it???
Yours Ian.T
I wish I were there now.
I wish I were there now.
Joe
Your thoughts are strong enough to take you there and to build that special place.
Then I shall expect an invite to walk there with you and to talk of true life.
Go well young Joe and know we think of you,
Yours Ian.T
I struggle every day to
I struggle every day to "maintain"". Broken hip, parkinsons, I am alone and need to see to my own needs. I hope to get back to total mobility by March, but the loneliness is deadly.
joe