Okay, because it’s Romantic Monday and all you need is love, I’m going to be extra generous today and give you not one but two romantic poems!
Yesterday I talked about poetry duets being an inspiration dialogue, so today I decided to try something new on those lines. I’m very excited! What you’re getting is the dialogue of two poems, the dialogue of two lives, the dialogue of two lovers.
First, you get to enjoy a poem by one of my favourite poets, Tommy Tabermann, that I stumbled upon today and translated to you. I then wrote my Romantic Monday- poem as an answer to his. I wanted to have two pieces that might be separate but breath in the same rhythm, a nod towards ‘finding your missing piece’ which is of course THE idiom of romantic love. In doing this I wanted to give you something totally new, something you have not read before, another view on romance. Because what I love most about our Romantic Monday is that it has become a world-wide poetry feast, always surprising, always showing new shades of love.
Plus, Tommy Tabermann should be introduced to you because he is quite adorable and looks a bit like a sheep, and sheeps too are adorable. (Click the link to see how fluffy he is! He would make a very wise sheep, I’m sure.) And he’s very talented of course and I want to pay my respect to his poetry, in which Cupid lives quite happily without a doubt since it is so full of feeling. Hopefully my translation does his poetry justice.
Peace and love, enjoy and take care of each other!
Plea by Tommy Tabermann
Come to me as rain
Come as swift, swooshing,
chinkling like the bells
of an invisible cattle
Come to me as the rain of May.
And from the fissures of my rock
the grass and the onion will swoop
out of their cell, they will plead to
be a pillow under your ear,
a gipsy camp on your tongue.
Come to me as snow
Come as the freezing, slowly
trudging flakes of November
The raging, draughty rifle
of your last words on your shoulder.
Not in me to be a lint,
not in you to be the wind.
Come to me, but
now already I will ask,
now already
I will ask, staring into
the cerulescent of my anticipation,
spare me of sleet.
And here’s mine:
A Promise Whispered
I will move into your heart
The way spring’s fingertips move
On the velvety surface of dawn
In caresses of translucency
In softly rising light first unnoticed
Colouring the air into life with hasty streaks
With petals of purple lilac
I will move into your heart, I will come
and shower myself in your love
Be it fleeting, arctic storms
Ice ages outliving the swaying summer wind
Be it a stream of pearly water reviving
Or the somber, grey stubble
Of the Autumn fields, tast all harvest,
Bending their bare heads in humble greeting
I will,
if you only let me surrender
If you only let you to unravel undone,
If you only let us to become
The meandering trail of frosty mornings
And the surprising crumbs of time
To be found asleep, waiting peacefully
Inside the buds of sunflowers
I will come
If you only let us become
Anything at all, even just a distant ring
A sudden burst that once strikes through the air
Simply to startle a single butterfly
Into flight, into a promise whispered
In a spinning moment, in a wink of an eye.
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