Tag: translation

Arthur Kohn: Antigone

ANTIGONE O head, Ismene, of our common womb, Know you some curse of our Oedipus Zeus Does not yet bring to end o’er us still living? For there…

Emily Grazier: In Limine (Eugenio Montale’s In Limine)

Delight, if the wind that enters into the orchard there stirs up the surge of life: here where sinks a dead tangle of memories, was not a garden,…

Camille Gagnier: Holocaust (Yolanda Bedregal’s Holocausto)

Oh Christ, I would like from your augustan head to disengage the thorns; to make sweet your martyrdom; to give you my youth like delirious incense; and praising…

Camile Gagnier: Birth (Yolanda Pedregal’s Nacimiento)

Last day of winter and first of spring. Last day of the clammy darkness of insides to enter into the cold light of the world. I would be…