الموضوع
:
فدريكو غارسيا لوركا : Fedrico Garcia Lorca 1898 - 1936
عرض مشاركة واحدة
12-15-2010, 12:05 AM
المشاركة
46
رقية صالح
أديبـة وكاتبـة سوريــة
اوسمتي
مجموع الاوسمة
: 1
تاريخ الإنضمام :
Mar 2010
رقم العضوية :
8808
المشاركات:
2,577
The Faithless Wife
So I took her to the river
believing she was a maiden
but she already had a husband
It was on St. James night
and almost as if I was obliged to
The lanterns went out
and the crickets lighted up
In the farthest street corners
I touched her sleeping breasts
and they opened to me suddenly
like spikes of hyacinth
The starch of her petticoat
sounded in my ears
like a piece of silk
rent by ten knives
Without silver light on their foliage
the trees had grown larger
and a horizon of dogs
barked very far from the river
Past the blackberries
the reeds and the hawthorne
underneath her cluster of hair
I made a hollow in the earth
I took off my tie
she too off her dress
I, my belt with the revolver
She, her four bodices
Nor nard nor mother-o’-pearl
have skin so fine
nor does glass with silver
shine with such brilliance
Her thighs slipped away from me
like startled fish
half full of fire
half full of cold
That night I ran
on the best of roads
mounted on a nacre mare
without bridle stirrups
As a man, I won’t repeat
the things she said to me
The light of understanding
has made me more discreet
Smeared with sand and kisses
I took her away from the river
The swords of the lilies
battled with the air
I behaved like what I am
like a proper gypsy
I gave her a large sewing basket
of straw-colored satin
but I did not fall in love
for although she had a husband
she told me she was a maiden
when I took her to the river
هذي دمشقُ وهذي الكأسُ والرّاحُ
إنّي أحبُّ... وبعـضُ الحبِّ ذبّاحُ
أنا الدمشقيُّ لو شرحتمُ جسدي .. لسالَ منهُ عناقيـدٌ وتفـّاحُ
ولو فتحتُم شراييني بمديتكم .. سمعتمُ في دمي أصواتَ من راحوا
زراعةُ القلبِ تشفي بعضَ من عشقوا .. وما لقلبي إذا أحببتُ جرّاحُ
مآذنُ الشّـامِ تبكي إذ تعانقني .. وللمآذنِ كالأشجارِ أرواحُ
للياسمينِ حقـوقٌ في منازلنا.. وقطّةُ البيتِ تغفو حيثُ ترتاحُ
طاحونةُ البنِّ جزءٌ من طفولتنا .. فكيفَ أنسى؟ وعطرُ الهيلِ فوّاحُ
هذا مكانُ "أبي المعتزِّ".. منتظرٌ ووجهُ "فائزةٍ" حلوٌ ولمّاحُ
هنا جذوري هنا قلبي .. هنا لغـتي فكيفَ أوضحُ؟
هل في العشقِ إيضاحُ؟
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
(أعشق وطني والمطر)
رد مع الإقتباس