I now translated into English all the thoughts I had as in French my poems are quite sly. They hold many meanings because I am able to twist the language much more than in English and put in it several meanings that don’t immediately appear to the eye. That is also why I seldom use punctuation so that the different meanings can be formed by people who are looking closely.
Here are some of them. I hope you understand it through the different ways I have tried to explain what each part of the poem could lead to when read in a different way. The French version is below each stanza explained so that you may relate to it.
I would raise to the gods another pedestal
November 23, 2015
[Impossible dreams ended in acrid stench/ Impossible dreams, gone is the acrid stench
In the streaks on my back see self-flagellation]
Impossible dreams turned acrid, remains of streaks on my back is self-flagellation Look! From the consumed poet they exhume old talents
/ From the poet, a soup (consommé is a kind of soup and the play is on the oral way of telling both words to make them sound similar) they exhume. Old talents and the heave and the sea point in him to sneaky/hidden world / Old talents and the heave and the sea emerge in him, a hidden surreptitious world
[And the heave and the sea point in him to sneaky/hidden world] And the heave and the sea emerge in him, a hidden/surreptitious world
Impossibles rêves achevés âcres relents
Des stries sur mon dos auto-flagellation vois !
Du poète consommé on exhume vieux talents
Et la houle et la mer pointent en lui monde sournois
I live from a light scent of her mad memories / I live from a scent, transparency of her, mad memories / I live from a light scent, from her, [I live ] mad memories
[Door again to open, strong of heart, if you may be Of yesterday’s skies /heavens/ strong in tears of clement/merciful rainbows] Carry again to open Fort / Carry – then again to open Fort in Heart / Carry – then again to open Strong in Heart if you may be
[May you be door again to open fort in heart]
Open. Within me the promise of justice, of humane laws / Open in me the promise of justice, of humane laws / the justice of humane laws
Je vis d’un parfum clair d’elle souvenirs déments
Porte encore pour ouvrir fort en cœur que tu sois
Des cieux d’hier forts en pleurs d’arcs en ciels cléments
Ouvre en moi la promesse de justice d’humaines lois
[If my heart were to sit there I would breed. To Gods another pedestal I would deny. May your power be consumed by this fire]
If my heart were to sit there. I would raise to the gods another pedestal. I would deny this fire that your power may be consumed by it.
Yes, by impossible my heart had to sit / rest there. I would raise to the gods another. Pedestal I would deny. This fire, only your power burns from it.
Si par impossible mon cœur devait y siéger
J’élèverais aux dieux un autre piédestal
Je nierais ce feu que ton pouvoir s’en consume
[Orpheus and Pan’s flute do not know how to trap fairies / Fairies do not know how to trap Orpheus and Pan’s flute]
Princess of seas is not the servant of Prince of airs / Princess of seas – Wolf is not the servant of Prince of airs (a mention in aparté of this fact) – and mother scream to your death posthumous fame
[Orpheus and Pan’s flute, the fairies do not know how to trap Princess of seas. Airs is not of the prince (Putting on airs is not what makes a prince). Vassal(servant) the wolf and my mother scream. At your death, posthumous fame
Orphée et flute de Pan les fées ne savent piéger
Princesse des mers n’est point du prince des airs vassal
Le loup et ma mère hurlent à ta mort gloire posthume
Trobar de Morte – The Lost Dreams
Trobar De Morte – Calling The Rain
Trobar de Morte – The Deadly Embrace Of Love (El mortal abrazo de amor)
Trobar de Morte- The Fairies Wind
Trobar De Morte – La Princesa Dolca De Provenca
Trobar de Morte – Summoning The Gods
Trobar de Morte – Morgana