White Line Above Eyebrows From Waxing

My German is fairly basic, & I can't tell all the nuances where the translators have chosen different words for the same thing. But it's so interesting to see how the translations differ, and what the issues are for any translation. I'm very honoured to have had you all paying such close attention to the poem (and pleased that you chose Powerpoint, which I'm very fond of). And I hope we can get an event going next year.

Ruth Valentine

Shingles And Hair Dye

I'm fascinated by this work. In particular I congratulate the translators; my poem, with its "litany" of names which have a mystery and a romance even to English readers, must I imagine, have been a curious challenge! It is an honour for me to have my work so carefully considered, and I hope the process has been useful from the students' point of view.

.

Seán Street

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Emily Wills wuchs in Cornwall auf, arbeitete in Malawi und lebt nun in Gloucestershire, wo sie Teilzeit als Ärztin arbeitet. Ihre erste Gedichtsammlung, Diverting the Sea , wurde 2000, ihre zweite, Developing the Negative , 2008 von Rialto veröffentlicht. Ihre Gedichte erschienen unter anderem in Zeitschriften wie Anon, Iota, The Frogmore Papers, Magma, Seam, Smiths Knoll, Other Poetry, Quattrocento sowie in den Anthologien Reactions 2 und 3 (Published by the University of East Anglia). Emily Wills' Something Almost Being Said was praised in the Troubadour Poetry Competition 2008 very much. She is also an experienced lecturer and poetry workshops supported poet since 2002. keep

Julia Offermann

prefabricated houses built for twenty years,
such as peace, they thought?
such as marriage?
fighters and bombs were fused
for roof and walls. Patiently
dragging several years, pinkumrandete
wallpaper, carpets, trellises, lawn
. All night shelling
their furrowed breastfeeding by
the blackout protective rain.

fifty years and privet thick
such as cottage walls. The shed blossoms in dark
more sticks of tobacco tins,
his treasure, his smell. She loves
the cucumber flowers to pollinate,
those pale summer messengers
gently with a soft brush,
.

limited time, as you stay
their sudden departure. You look back,
see through masks of wire
and spines, machine, smoke, sirens
. You have all seen
, rigid load loose
windows, torn pink paper,
exposed to the rain, scattered crushed poppies
on uncut grass.

return is permanent. Something new;
red brick, thatched roof, built to keep peace as

such as marriage.
with beautiful garden and a shed without
they sit, they sleep,
destroyed by such isolated
guarantees, such awareness to fitted kitchen,
such a quiet, peaceful rain.

Translated by Miriam Bross




prefabricated houses built to hold twenty years
such a peace, they thought -
like a marriage -
warplanes and bombs were fused
for roofs and walls. Resistant, they breed
Multi-year, nelkengesäumte
Tapeten, Teppiche, Spaliere,
Grünflächen. Jede Nacht bombardiert
der Schwärze schützende Regen
ihr geharktes Schweigen.

Fünfzig Jahre, und Liguster dick
wie Häuserwände. Der Schuppen blüht vor
dunklen Türmen von Tabakdosen,
seinem Vorrat, seinem Geruch. Sie liebt es,
die Gurkenblüten zu befruchten,
die blaß den Sommer einläuten,
mit einer weichen Bürste,
liebevoll.

Vorübergehend wie ihr Aufenthalt
ihr plötzlicher Aufbruch. Zurückblickend
sehen sie durch Drahtmasken
und Stacheldraht, Maschinen, Rauch,
Sirenen. Sie haben anything ever seen
, unstirred, lidless
windows, torn pink paper
to give the rain, trampled poppy
scattered in the uncut grass.

The success is permanent. Something new: to maintain
red brick, tiled roof built like a peace

like a marriage.
fitted into the landscape and without crate
they sit, to sleep,
destroyed by such isolated by
guarantees, such Einbauküchelei,
such a quiet, gentle rain.

Translated by Julia Offermann


prefabricated houses

keep built by twenty years,
such as peace, they thought
-like marriage-
fighters and bombs were fused
for roof and walls. Neutral
pull it several years, pink edged
wallpaper, carpets, trellises, lawn
. All night
protects the darkening rain pelting their corrugated
breastfeeding.

Fifty years and privet close
such as cottage walls. The cultivation of flowers
dark buildings of tobacco tins,
his treasure, his smell. She loves
the cucumber flowers to pollinate,
those pale summer starts,
gently with a soft brush,
.

temporarily as their existence
their sudden Departure. Looking back
they observe by masks made of wire and barbed
, machine, smoke, sirens
. They have everything you ever seen
, bare vigilant
window, pink wallpaper torn from the rain, trampled
poppies scattered on
uncut grass.

The return continues. Something new,
red brick, tiled roof, built to last

such as peace, such as marriage.
landscape design and without scales
they are, they sleep,
destroyed by such isolated
collateral, such built-in kitchen unit
such a quiet, peaceful rain.

Translated by Julie Winter

What Do They Measure On Thyroid Ultrasound

Emily Wills grew up in Cornwall, worked in Malawi, and now lives in Gloucestershire, where she works part time as a GP. Her first collection, Diverting the Sea , was published in 2000 by Rialto, her second, Developing the Negative , was published in November 2008, also by Rialto. Her poems have appeared in magazines including Anon, Iota, The Frogmore Papers, Magma, Seam, Smiths Knoll, Other Poetry, Quattrocento and also in the anthologies Reactions 2 and 3 , published by UEA; 'Something Almost Being Said' was commended in the 2008 Troubadour Poetry Competition. Additionally, Emily Wills is an experienced poetry tutor and enjoys facilitating group workshops since 2002.

Quelle: http://www.emilywills.co.uk

Prefabs

Built to last twenty years,
like peace, they thought—
like marriage—fighter planes
and bombs were melted down
for roof and walls. Enduring,
they grow perennials, pink-bordered
wallpaper, carpets, trellis,
lawns. All night the blackout
sheltering rain gunfires
their corrugated silences.

Fifty years, and privet thick
as cottage walls. The lean-to blooms
dark multistories of tobacco tins,
his hoard, his smell. She loves
to pollinate the cucumber flowers,
those pale, summer openings,
with a soft brush,
tenderly.

Temporary as their stay,
their sudden leaving. Looking back,
they watch through masks of wire
and barb, machines, smoke,
sirens. They’ve seen it all
before, unblinking lidless
windows, rosy paper torn
open to rain, trodden poppies
littering unmown grass.

Return is permanent. Something new;
red brick, roof tiled, built to last
like peace
like marriage.
Landscaped and without a shed
they sit, they sleep,
demolished by such insulated
guarantees, such fitted kitchenness
such silent, silent rain.

in collection Diverting the Sea , 2000,
Rialto,

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Ruth Valentine has a separate collection, The Tide Table (Slow Dancer, 1998) and published three works. The last one is The Announced (Sylph Editions, 2009) Ellipsis in I, a book in three parts with Flash Fiction by Frances Gapper and short stories by Bethan Stevens. Their next release will On the Salt Marsh (Editions la Serre) type with woodcuts by Garry Kennard. She lives in Tottenham, north London.

Christoph Hueber

Powerpoint

I have circled the planet.
to the golden land of my forefathers,
the Ark on their holy mountain,
I saw the inside of a cloth bag
put over my head, on my hands and ankles
a steel concert, blood, the refusal of the limbs.
Oh, my grandfather in the palaces of the Emperor!

I was between the continents
like roses shipped from Colombia, half-frozen packaged
hidden layers above the clouds.
Calculate the weight of my soul in transport miles, air fields, stars.

Where I was unloaded, it was the Same
in tropical heat or cold, in haubengedimmten light
whitewashed walls, in airport lounges,
the guards, trained
by the same pin-striped men, in seminar rooms
I'm trying to picture; Power Point images,
role play, perhaps, with laughter, or
demonstration of a doll, sewn in India or Taiwan.
your Jutehaut my complexion, my scars.

Translated by Chris Hueber

Powerpoint

I orbited the Earth
above the sand-colored land of my ancestors,
the Ark on their holy mountain, I saw
das Innere eines Baumwollsacks
über meinen Kopf gezerrt; an meinen Handgelenken und Fußknöcheln
Erschütterungen von Stahl, Blut, und die Verweigerung meiner Glieder.
Ach, mein Großvater in den Palästen des Kaisers!

Ich wurde verfrachtet von Kontinent zu Kontinent
ähnlich kolumbianischer Rosen, halbgefroren verpackt,
verborgen über den Wolkenschichten. Errechne
das Gewicht meiner Seele in Food Miles, Flugplätzen, Sternen.

Wo immer ich entladen wurde, es war das Gleiche
in tropischer Hitze oder im Frost, im verdeckverzerrtem Licht
gespiegelt von gekalkten Wänden, in Hangars;
die Wärter trainiert
von den gleichen Nadelstreifenmännern, in Hörsälen,
die ich mir vorzustellen versuche: Powerpoint Bilder,
Rollenspiele womöglich, mit Gelächter, oder Simulation
an einem Mannequin genäht in Indien oder Taiwan,
dessen Haut aus Rupfen meine Farbe, meine Narben.

Übersetzt von Maria Luise Schlay



Powerpoint

Ich habe den Planet umrundet
Über dem goldbraunen Land meiner Ahnen,
die Bundeslade auf dem heiligen Berg,
ich habe das Innere eines Baumwollsacks gesehen
über den Kopf gestülpt; an den Handgelenken und Knöcheln
den Aufschlag vom Stahl und Blut gespürt, Bindungsversagen
Oh my grandfather in the emperor's palaces.

I was transported between continents
originating from Colombia as roses, packaged semi-frozen, over
secretly cloud cover. Calculate
the burden of my soul in Esswaren-mile, airports, stars.

Wherever I also I was unloaded, always the same
in tropical heat or frost, in the distorted light
whitewashed domes, in hangars;
the guards trained
by the same pin-stripe-bearing men, in auditoriums
I try to imagine Power Point images,
RPG perhaps laughter, or simulation
on a sewn in India or Taiwan Mannequin,
sein Gewebe aus Jute, meine Farbe, meine Narben.

Übersetzt von Aprilia Zank

Pattern Knitting Baby Papoose

Ruth Valentine has published one full-length collection, The Tide Table (Slow Dancer, 1998) and three pamphlets. The latest is The Announced (Sylph Editions, 2009) in Ellipsis 1, a book in three parts, with flash fiction from Frances Gapper and short stories by Bethan Stevens. Ruth’s next publication will be On the Saltmarsh (Editions la Serre) with woodcuts by Garry Kennard. She lives in Tottenham, North London.

Christoph Hueber

Powerpoint

I have circled the planet.
Above the tawny land of my ancestors,
the Arc of the Covenant on its holy mountain,
I saw the inside of a cotton bag
yanked down over my head; at my wrists and ankles
percussion of steel, blood, and the links’ negation.
Oh my grandfather in the Emperor’s palaces!

I have been freighted between the continents
like roses from Colombia, packed half-frozen,
secret above the cloud-layer. Calculate
the weight of my soul in food-miles, airfields, stars.

Wherever I was unloaded, it was the same
in tropical heat or frost, in the hood-blurred light
off whitewashed walls, in hangars; skin Power Point images,
role-play perhaps, with laughter, or simulation
on a mannequin sewn in India or Taiwan,
hessian its:
the Warder trained
by the same chalk-stripe men, in lecture rooms
I try to imagine my coloring, my scars.

Commended, National Poetry Competition, 2007 and published on
www.poetrysociety.co.uk;
from Announced The , Sylph Editions spring, 2009

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Siriol Troup modern languages \u200b\u200bstudied at St. Hugh's College where she later returned as a French teacher. Now she lives in Twickenham, is married und hat vier Kinder. Ihre Gedichte gewannen erste Preise in zahlreichen Wettbewerben. Mit ihrer ersten Veröffentlichung Moss , einem Pamphlet, gewann sie 2002 den Poetry Monthly Open Booklet Wettbewerb. 2004 erschien ihr erster Gedichtband Drowning up the Blue End bei Bluechrome. Daraus stammt auch Camus and the Spiders, das 2004 in der Pitshanger Poets Competition den ersten Preis erzielte.

Sabine Stiglmayr

Camus und die Spinnen

Ihre Beharrlichkeit ist es, die mich fesselt?
all die flinke Sturheit.
Vier gepanzerte Rücken an meinem Fenster, eine häkelnde
Miniaturbiene, die Arbeiter
ambitious as Daedalus, no signs of arthritis or trigger finger
as they cast their lines.
you have a plan and they stick
mind: you dream houses, castles in Spain, folies de grandeur
to Ludwig's competition.
Without a safety net and crampons:
watch them hang by a thread, free
case in slow motion through thin air
, spanning the void can be a number of
rope tricks, the Tarzan look pale.

How easy it looks when you view the world
just believe! Be sure they show Rose bushes and tornadoes
the cold shoulder,
start over, again and again and again.
them, no one has said that even the most intricate embroidery
go
lost in the mail? That the window cleaners
will come tomorrow? Tout le malheur that
des hommes vient de l'espérance ?

Translated by Miriam Bross


Camus and the spiders

It is their tenacity that attracts me - this nimble
stubbornness.
four chitin in front of my window, a Häkelkränzchen
in miniature, the workers as ambitious as
Daedalus, no trace of arthritis
or trigger-finger when they cast their nets.
you have a plan and They hold firmly
: dream homes, castles in Spain, folies de grandeur
who steal which Louis the favor.
No need for safety nets and crampons:
see how they hang by a thread, free
case in slow motion into the
emptiness, the abyss bridging can be a consequence of
rope tricks, the Tarzan look old.

How easy it seems to trust the world to
! You can count on, show
rose bushes and hurricanes, the teeth, they start again from scratch
, again and again and again.
them because no one has said that even the most elaborate needlework

lost in the mail? That the window cleaners
will compete tomorrow? Tout le malheur that
des hommes vient de l'espérance ?

Translated by Anna stroke


Camus and the spiders

your strength is to me captures the swift-
bigotry.
four armored abdomen at my window,
Häkelwettbewerb a nutshell, the participants
ambitious as Daedalus, no signs of arthritis or bounding
fingers when they cast their lines.
you have a plan and stick firmly
: dream villas, castles in the air, folies de grandeur
, denen Ludwigs ebenbürtig.
Kein Bedarf an Sicherheitsnetzen und Steigeisen:
Schau sie dir an, wie sie am Faden hängen, freier
Fall in Zeitlupe durch berückend dünne
Luft, die Leere grätschend mit einer Reihe
von Seilkunststücken, die Tarzan alt aussehen lassen.

Wie einfach es aussieht, sich auf die Welt
zu verlassen! Verlass dich darauf, sie schwingen ihr Bein
von Rosenbüschen und Wirbelstürmen unbeeindruckt, fangen
von vorne an, wieder und wieder und wieder.
Hat ihnen denn niemand gesagt, dass selbst
die aufwändigsten Stickereien
bei der Post verloren gehen? Dass die Fensterputzer
morgen vorbeikommen? Dass tout
le malheur des hommes vient de l’espérance ?

Übersetzt von Sabine Stiglmayr

Volleyball Quotes/slogans

Siriol Troup read Modern Languages at St. Hugh’s College, Oxford, later returning to teach French there. She now lives in Twickenham and is married with four children. Her poems have won top prizes in several competitions. Her first poetry publication was a pamphlet, Moss , winner of the Poetry Monthly Open Booklet competition in 2002, and her first full collection, Drowning up the Blue End , came out with bluechrome in 2004. Camus and the Spiders, which is part of this collection, won First Prize in the Pitshanger Poets Competition in 2004.

Quelle: poetry p f/ Sabine Stiglmayr

Camus and the Spiders

It’s their tenacity that draws me in—
all that nimble bloody-mindedness.
Four shell-backs at my window, a miniature
crocheting bee, the workers ambitious
as Daedalus, not a hint of arthritis
or trigger-finger as they cast their lines.
They have a plan and they stick
to it: dream homes, castles in Spain,
folies de grandeur to rival Ludwig’s.
No need for safety nets or crampons:
watch them hang by a thread, free-
fall in slow-motion through
thin air, straddling the void With A sequence of
rope-tricks That Tarzan leave standing.

How easy it looks, Taking the world
we trust! Trust 'em to shake a leg at
pink bushes and tornadoes, to
start from scratch, again and again and again. Has not anyone
Told Them That Even The Most Complicated
embroideries
get lost in the Post? Thats the window-cleaners
calling Will Be Tomorrow? That all
the misfortune of men just hope?

first prize, Pitshanger Poets Competition 2004
first published in Poetry Ealing 13
in collection Drowning up the Blue End , bluechrome, 2004

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Davide Trame is an English teacher from Italy. He was born in Venice, where he still lives. He wrote his first poem in English to the school where he teaches today to celebrate a successful student strike that was in 1993. His poems have been published since 1999 in some 200 literary magazines in England, the United States and other countries and he appreciates the support of publishers such as Carole Baldock (Orbis) and Sarah Maclennan (In the Red) misconduct. His poems have appeared recently in Poetry New Zealand, New Contrast (South Africa), Nimrod (USA), and in the Prague Literary Review.

Mara Tues Domenica

abundance

He's back, the fiery stripes on your table,
it is higher now, in the morning out on the opposite chimney
he gives your shoulders through the window,
a taste the illuminating time is coming.
Despite the promise of a scorching heat,
you say it welcome unconditionally
You praise still the bright unframed face
and you can not feel you near
Hindu Moeche sitting cross-legged,
in a row on the beach, the reds and yellows of their
Westen und Gesichter voll leuchtend
im ausgedehnten grozügigem Licht,
während sie die Gebetsperlen vor der See berühren,
ihre Mantras wispernd, nicht wiedergeboren zu sein,
und Rinnsale von Sand strömen weg im Wind.
Nein, du kannst sie überhaupt nicht verstehen
dein Herz ist “geschnürt an ein sterbendes Tier”, kein Zweifel,
aber du fühlst dich gesund mit Verlangen,
sitzend an deinem warmen erleuchteten Tisch,
deine Arme abgelegt auf die geschmeidigen sonnenbeschienen Ritzen aus Kirsch-Holz
mit zeitlich erneuerter, zurückkehrender Hautfarbe.

Übersetzt von Anna Barbara Braun


Überfluss

Er ist zurück, der feurige Streifen auf deinen Tisch,
er steht nun höher, frühzeitig draußen über den gegenüberliegenden Dach,
er gibt deinen Schultern, durch die Fensterscheibe,
einen Vorgeschmack auf die leuchtende Zeit, die ansteht.
Trotz des Versprechens einer stechenden Hitze
wirst du ihn willkommen heißen, ohne Zurückhaltung.
Lautlos preist du den ungerahmten glänzenden Gesichtsausdruck
und doch kannst du dich nicht den Hindu Mönche
verbunden fühlen, die mit gekreuzten Beinen
in einer Reihe am Strand sitzen, das Rot und Gelb
ihrer Gewänder und ihre Gesichter voll erhellt
im ausgedehnten, großzügigen Light, while
slide the prayer beads in the face of the sea through her fingers and her mantra
whisper to be born again
and fractions of sand in the wind blow over.
No, you can not understand,
your heart is "a dying animal attached", no doubt,
but with desire you feel healthy
by you sitting on your warm-lit table,
your arms rest on the smooth , sunlit cherry wood strips to the renewed
time, returning skin color.

Translated by Mara Tues Domenica


lavishly

It is back the glowing strips on your table,
now it is higher early in the morning on the opposite roof,
and enter your shoulders through the window
a foretaste of the coming brilliant time.
Despite the promise of a scorching heat
welcoming you there, unconditionally.
praise Still you the unframed glossy face
And can not you close feel
the Hindu monks who succession
sit cross-legged on the beach,
the red and yellow of their robes and glowing faces
in broad soft light,
while touch the coral from the sea, whispering
born again, not their mantra to be
and sand grains continued to flow in the wind.
No, you understand they can not even
Your heart is one, dying animal 'is fixed, no doubt
you feel but healthy with life urge
as you sit in your warm lighted table,
your arms on the sun- irradiated fine cherry wood lines
refreshed on a homecoming complexion of the times.

Translated by Valentina Codevilla

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Davide Trame is an Italian teacher of English. He was born in Venice, Italy, where he still lives. He wrote his first poem in English to celebrate a successful students' strike in the school where he still teaches; it was in 1993. His poems have been published in about two hundred literary magazines since 1999, in the U.K, U.S. and elsewhere, and he is very appreciative of the support offered by magazine publishers such as Carole Baldock (Orbis) and Sarah Maclennan (In The Red). He has most recently been published in Poetry New Zealand , New Contrast (South Africa), Nimrod (U.S.), and the Prague Literary Review.

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Prodigal

It’s back, the fiery stripe on your table,
it’s higher now, out early above the opposite roof,
it gives your shoulders, through the window pane,
a foretaste of the luminous time to come.
Despite the promise of a clawing heat
you welcome it, without reserve.
You silently praise the unframed radiant countenance
and can’t feel close
to the Hindu monks who sit cross-legged
in a row on the beach, the reds and yellows
of their vests and faces full bright
in the broad bountiful light,
while they finger the coral beads in front of the sea
whispering their mantras not to be reborn
and trickles of sand stream away in the wind.
No, you can’t understand them at all,
your heart is “fastened to a dying animal”, no doubt,
but you feel healthy with desire
sitting illuminated at your table warm, settled
your arms on the sunlit smooth cherry-wood lines,
's renewed on time, homecoming complexion. Davide Trame


first published in Urthona Magazine, 22, 2005

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Seán Street is Professor of Broadcasting and Director of the Center for the study of the history of broadcasting at the Media School at Bournemouth University. He was 38 years as a broadcast specialist, to the current work includes The Trial of Ezra Pound . He has published six collections of poetry - the latest is titled Radio and Other Poems (Rockingham Press, 1999). His prose include The Wreck of the Germany (Souvenir Press, 1992) and The Dymock Poets (Seren, 1993, 1998). Currently, Seán Street is concerned with research for a new book about the relationship between poetry and sound. His plays are frequently performed; Honest John won the Central Television Award for new drama. His latest work for the stage is Beyond Paradise - the Wild Life of a Gentleman , a one-man play about Charles Darwin.

Aprilia Zank

shipping forecast
Donegal

Den Spätoktober teilten sie sich noch
doch Salzstein und die Trümmer eines Baumes
die blätternde Farbe des Rettungsbootschuppens
klingen im Akkord mit Orten wo das Quecksilber fällt,
Hauptquellen, ausgesetzt den baren Behauptungen der Nacht.

Allenthalben schiebt der Winter sich heran
Die Zeit: es ist jetzt zehn vor sechs.

Schwerelosigkeit und Schwere, das Potential des Äthers,
in Worte gezwängt, miteinbezogen.
Hier – an jeder Küste – verzückt verdichtet sich gespanntes Lauschen.

Fair Isle, Färöer, Südost-Island,
Nord-Utsira, Süd-Utsira
Fisher, German Bay, Tyne, Dogger ...
This grid of names on the sea
- it listens not, the weather Index - paves the water.

Beyond the music, singing
of sounds - such hawks litany
limited to indispensable,
is reporting cold poetry.

The Gurdies pushes closer:
Lundy, Fastnet, Irish Sea ...
All routine routine.
guess But always his eyes out
on the peninsula, while she sleeps well, no word is said.

He stretches the right to take it,
sampled, where the radio is - and now
the weather report from the coastal stations
and then: Malin Head - so much so that she looks up routine
little, but listen: now falling .

Translated by Isabella Wiegand



Seewettervorhersage
Donegal

divided Any late October,
but salty stones and a broken tree,
ring the chipped paint on the lifeboat house
with places where the weather glass falls ,
elementary sources who meet the bare statements of the night.

Winter pushes into it anywhere,
Und jetzt ist die Zeit zehn Minuten vor sechs...

Leichtigkeit und Schwere, Möglichkeiten der Luft
werden in Wörter, Andeutung gestalten;
hier—an allen Küsten—wird das Zuhören leidenschaftlich gespannt.

Fair Isle, Faeroes, South East Iceland,
North Utsire, South Utsire,
Fisher, German Bight, Tyne, Dogger…
Dieses Muster von Namen auf dem Meer—
die Geographie vom gleichgültigen Wetter – bedeckt das Wasser.

Jenseits der Musik, das Singen
von Tönen—der minimale Gesang,
dieses Ritual, bis auf die Haut entblößt
wird die kalte Poetry of the information.

The litany urges closer -
Lundy, Fastnet, Irish Sea and ... Everyday
enough, all containing commonplace.
His eyes are constantly looking beyond
the Cape, she sleeps, perhaps, not spoken a word.

He stretched forward, in order to grasp it,
sits on his radio space and now
the weather forecasts of posts on the coasts
and then: Malin Head -so common
that she looks up hard, but listen now falls .

Translated by Julie Winter



Seewettervorhersage
Donegal

you are new to late October, split
but salt stones, a forked tree,
the detaching color of the emergency department
accordance find places where the weather glass falls,
source in contact with the bare statements of the night.

Throughout the winter is,
And the time is now s ten to six ...

ease and load, the sizes of the air
framed in words that effect;
here - on all coasts - will be listening painfully exciting.

Fair Isle, Faeroes, South East Iceland,
North Utsire, South Utsire,
Fisher, German Bight, Tyne, Dogger ...
This grid of names on the lake - the weather
deaf Geography - wets the water.

Beyond the music, the singing of the sounds
- scarce psalmody, the
placed on the essence of ritual is
the cold poetry of the message.

The litany is approaching -
Lundy, Fastnet and Irish Sea ...
routine everywhere, all just routine. Always his eyes peering

beyond the point, they may sleep, are no words.

He reaches forward to hold it,
takes his place radio - and now
the Wettervorhersage der Küstenstationen
und dann: Malin Head – so sehr Routine
dass sie kaum hinaufschaut, hört dennoch jetzt fallend .

Übersetzt von Aprilia Zank

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Seán Street is Professor of Radio and Director of the Centre for Broadcasting History Research in the Media School, Bournemouth University. He has also worked as a radio practitioner for 38 years, and recent work has included The Trial of Ezra Pound . He has published six collections of poetry, the most recent being Radio and Other Poems (Rockingham Press, 1999). He is currently working on a new collection which will appear in Autumn 2009. His prose includes The Wreck of the Deutschland (Souvenir Press, 1992) and The Dymock Poets (Seren, 1993, reprinted 1998). Seán is currently researching for a new book on the relationship between poetry and sound. His plays have been widely performed; Honest John won the Central Television Award for new drama. His most recent work for the stage is Beyond Paradise – the Wildlife of a Gentleman , a one-man play about Charles Darwin.

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Shipping Forecast
Donegal

They have shared still late October,
but salt stones and a broken tree,
the peeled paint on the lifeboat house
chime with places where the glass falls,
prime sources encountering night’s bald predications.

Everywhere winter edges in,
And now the time is ten to six…

Lightness and weight, air’s potentials
pressed into words, implication;
here —on all coasts —listening grows passionately tense.

Fair Isle, Faeroes, South East Iceland,
North Utsire, South Utsire,
Fisher, German Bight, Tyne, Dogger…
This pattern of names on the sea —
weather’s unlistening geography —paves water.

Beyond the music, the singing
of sounds —this minimal chanting,
this ritual pared to the bone
becomes the cold poetry of information.

The litany edges closer —
Lundy, Fastnet and Irish Sea…
Routine enough, all just routine.
Always his eyes guessing beyond
the headland, she perhaps sleeping, no words spoken.

He stretches forward to grasp it,
claims his radio place — and now
the weather reports from coastal stations
and then: Malin Head —such routine
that she barely glances up, but hears now falling.

in collection Radio and Other Poems , 1999, Rockingham Press

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