sexta-feira, 9 de outubro de 2020

Faludy György - Heart This Poem of Mine

* Faludy György 

Learn by heart this poem of mine;
books only last a little time
and this one will be borrowed, scarred,
burned by Hungarian border guards,
lost by the library, broken-backed,
its paper dried up, crisped and cracked,
worm-eaten, crumbling into dust,
or slowly brown and self-combust
when climbing Fahrenheit has got
to 451, for that's how hot
your town will be when it burns down.
Learn by heart this poem of mine.

Learn by heart this poem of mine.
Soon books will vanish and you'll find
there won't be any poets or verse
or gas for car or bus - or hearse -
no beer to cheer you till you're crocked,
the liquor stores torn down or locked,
cash only fit to throw away,
as you come closer to that day
when TV steadily transmits
death-rays instead of movie hits
and not a soul to lend a hand
and everything is at an end
but what you hold within your mind,
so find a space there for these lines
and learn by heart this poem of mine.

Learn by heart this poem of mine;
recite it when the putrid tides
that stink of lye break from their beds,
when industry's rank vomit spreads
and covers every patch of ground,
when they've killed every lake and pond,
Destruction humped upon its crutch,
black rotting leaves on every branch;
when gargling plague chokes Springtime's throat
and twilight's breeze is poison, put
your rubber gasmask on and line
by line declaim this poem of mine.

Learn by heart this poem of mine 
I can stay with you so. You might
this millennium perhaps survive,
some short years will be fine in view,
for bacilli with their raging
revenge attack still won’t come through,
and greedy divisions of hoped
technology will set power more
in motion than the entire globe -
from your memory do recall
and hum with me just one more time
these lines: for what has become of
all that beauty and love sublime?
Learn by heart this poem of mine.
 
Learn by heart this poem of mine
so, dead, I still will share the time
when you cannot endure a house
deprived of water, light, or gas,
and, stumbling out to find a cave,
roots, berries, nuts to stay alive,
get you a cudgel, find a well,
a bit of land, and, if it's held,
kill the owner, eat the corpse.
I'll trudge beside your faltering steps
between the ruins' broken stones,
whispering "You are dead; you're done!
Where would you go? That soul you own
froze solid when you left your town."
Learn by heart this poem of mine.

Maybe above you, on the earth,
there's nothing left and you, beneath,
deep in your bunker, ask how soon
before the poisoned air leaks down
through layers of lead and concrete. Can
there have been any point to Man
if this is how the thing must end?
What words of comfort can I send?
Shall I admit you've filled my mind
for countless years, through the blind
oppressive dark, the bitter light,
and, though long dead and gone, my hurt
and ancient eyes observe you still?
What else is there for me to tell
to you, who, facing time's design,
will find no use for life or time?

You must forget this poem of mine. 

Toronto, 1980

(Since György/George Faludy wrote this poem both in English and Hungarian the English version is his, too. In the quoted source (https://www.opendemocracy.net) the English poem has only five verses while the Hungarian poem has six. That is why the fourth – in the English poem missing – verse is in italics, it was translated by the uploader/translator.)

Faludy György; N. Ullrich Katalin

https://www.babelmatrix.org/works/hu/Faludy_Gy%C3%B6rgy-1910/Tanuld_meg_ezt_a_versemet/en/65510-Learn_by_Heart_This_Poem_of_Mine

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