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Lorca: Canción del Jinete
In the blackened moon
Of the horseback bandits
Spurs chant out a song:
"Swarthy little pony
Where are you and your dead rider going?"
Sturdy spurs, and strong
Of the stirless bandit
Who let the reins down:
"Chilly little pony
What a dagger-blossom! What aroma!"
In the blackened moon
Dusky Peak was bleeding,
Bleeding from a wound.
"Swarthy little pony
Where are you and your dead rider going?"
Then the night with spurs
Kicked its sable sides and
Pricked itself with stars:
"Chilly little pony
What a dagger-blossom! What aroma!"
In the blackened moon
Shrieks and screams!- Intoning
Of the bonfire's horn!
"Swarthy little pony
Where are you and your dead rider going?"
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Can I ask you a SERIOUS question?
Please forgive me for being caddy,
but did you say, "in the blackened moon
a dusky peak was bleeding from a wound?"
That's pretty funny, and you thought that up
all by yourself? Amazing.
What wounded it pray tell?
En la luna negra
Sangraba el costado
De sierra morena.
It's my translation of Lorca, therfore it's both of ours.
It's simple. Suppose we represent a good poem with 1 and a not-so-good poem with 0. This gives us
Lorca's poem = 1,
Sasha's version = 0
For Sasha's version to still be Lorca's poem and not its own, discrete dribbling, you'd have to except 1 = 0 - which is quite a hefty plum to get your mouth around.
I implied in your mind, you only translate great things, personally, I think 75% of his writing is trash, but so is mine lol. Now once again, so what wounded the Dusky peak?
You shouldn't be translating his poetry.
mix it with great poetry, and hope for the best?
How inventive.
when they can find one, or buy one done by a translator
that knows why the dusky peak is wounded and bleeding.
Must I repeat myself again?
There's another poem Lorca wrote under the same title (Canción del Jinete) with the subtitle of "Córdoba" which is more specific, the last stanza of which is:
¡Ay que camino tan lango!
¡Ay mi jaca valerosa!
¡Ay que la muerte me espera!
Antes de llegar a Córdoba.
(Oh the road so long before me/ Oh my brave and sable pony/ Oh, for death is waiting for me/ Long before I get to Córdoba)
Considering that Lorca was an Andalusian poet, it may have had some political significance, though I am unsure of to what extent or of what nature.
I've seen some sad shit, but that's the gravy.
How's that working for you so far?
I can't write?
Phew, felt that.
At least I can capitalise the first-person pronouns in all of my poems.
I don't compare myself to the "greats" as you call them. I am merely stating that what you so blandly and generally lable as plagarism has been done by most of the world's poets. Then again, poemranker is the last place I'd go to for serious opinions on my writing.
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