The Sound of your Piano

Jena Woodhouse
Don't leave me in silence!
The sound of your piano
has been an angel in residence,   
tuning the instrument of the psyche 
each morning since we met.

Once, for a season that seemed
heaven-sent, we roamed streets known
to Socrates, where a temple gleamed,
a blanched vision of columns
in an apotheosis of keys.

Rehoused in the mansion of tears
unshed, the piano moved closer,
we sat back to back; you duelled
with your demons; I - a mute
keyboard, whose symbols danced
mockingly, white upon black.

Now the notes travel a long corridor;
you practise in solitude: preludes,
fugues. Don't leave me alone,
where cacophony's beast from the mind-
numbing deep takes me down...    


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Dear Jena!
I permit to myself to translate your poem.
I so like it.
I hope, you will not feel hurt by this.
http://www.stihi.ru/2003/03/28-571
Нours sincerely,
Kate.

Екатерина Иванова   02.04.2003 11:49   •   Заявить о нарушении
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In addition to Ekaterina Ivanova's beautiful, perfectly attuned translation (see link above), please see some inspired variations on this theme by ANTIPODE, whose links are as follows:
http://www.stihi.ru/2003/04/14-133
http://www.stihi.ru/2003/04/16-169

Jena Woodhouse   20.04.2003 17:47   Заявить о нарушении
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