Posts Tagged ‘Haiku’

schlafnymphe – 陈兴 Chen Xing

11月 14, 2023

陈兴
现代诗八首

Chen Xing
SCHLAFNYMPHE

Herbstnacht am Teich,
Seerose fehlt.
Ist wohl verschlafen
versunken.
Hab sie nicht rausgefischt,
um nachzusehen.

Übersetzt von MW im November 2023

睡莲

秋夜经过小池
这次没有遇到睡莲
应该是睡过头的时候
沉了下去
我没有从池底捞起来
看看睡得如何

MOND

Unterm Baum
sind lauter Zimtblüten.
Aber der Mond
ist noch auf dem Baum.

Übersetzt von MW im November 2023

月光

树下
落满了桂花
但月光
还在树上

 

HERBSTMORGEN

Ein Gedicht
gibt
ein anderes.

Feuerwerk
reagiert auf Kontakt.

Übersetzt von MW im November 2023

秋晓

一首诗
衍生了
下一首诗
正如鞭炮的引信
一旦点燃

 

HERBSTWIND

Herbstwind,
feg dein Laub
selber zusammen!

Übersetzt von MW im November 2023

秋风

秋风呵
自己吹落的树叶
你自己打扫

MOND

Der Mond ist auch
ein Transvestit
und zieht in der Nacht
ein Glitzerhemd an.

Übersetzt von MW im November 2023

明月

明月亦好
变装
夜着一件
发光的衣服

 

KATZE STRECKT SICH

Die Katze hört sicher,
wenn sie sich streckt,
wie die Knochen knacken.

Übersetzt von MW im November 2023

伸懒腰的猫

猫一定听到了
它伸懒腰时
骨头发出的声音

MOND

Der Mond macht nicht das Meer,
doch er bewegt es,
Ebbe und Flut.

Übersetzt von MW im November 2023

月亮

月亮不制造海
但制造潮汐
搬运海

 

GROSSER KANAL

Vom Großen Kanal her
knackt dauernd
das Eis.

Übersetzt von MW im November 2023

大运河

大运河面
不停传来
冰裂声

 

 

Chen Xing
陈兴诗词

 

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Space Poems

9月 6, 2013

Lydia and Julia. My tastes are simple, mostly. No Fehlschmelzen. Although that word makes me think of Ai Weiwei. Rare words. Rare earths. Che, fourth tone. Like the chai of demolition, but with earth instead of hand. In a famous poem by Du Fu, On Top Of Yueyang Pagoda. Che, separation. Of Wu and Chu. Still great realms, 1300 years later. Wu is Shanghai, Suzhou, Hangzhou and so on. Wu-dialect of Chinese, as different from Mandarin as French is different from German or Dutch, at least. Wu and Chu. Chu is Sichuan and so on. Dongting lake separates Wu and Chu. Dongting lake seen from the pagoda. Heaven and earth, blablabla, the light on the lake. No letters from home. North still at war. Writing this, leaning at the railings, crying. 昔聞洞庭水, 今上岳陽樓. 吳楚東南坼, 乾坤日夜浮. 親朋無一字, 老病有孤舟. 戎馬關山北, 憑軒涕泗流. Xi wen Dongting shui, jin shang Yueyang lou. Don’t know what kind of dialect Du Fu used. Not Mandarin, that’s for sure. More something like Wu, probably. Which I don’t speak and can’t write. Heard of Dongting lake, now I climb the stairs. Wu Chu dong nan che, qian kun ri ye fu. Here comes the “che”. Rare word, in present Mandarin. Dong nan, east and south. Wu is southeast from Chu. Heard of Dongting lake, now I climb the stairs. Wu and Chu divorced; Sky reflected, night. Not a word from home. Sick and old, a boat. War steeds roam the north. I lean here and cry. Five syllables per verse. Yes, much like Haikus. Yi Sha has space poems. 2 from 2003. One about first signs of spring, lunar new year, mahjong, the space shuttle Columbia, fear of flying, freedom. The other one about space, father and son, skies at night, North Korea. This 2nd 1 was in the FAZ on June 26, 2013, when the Shenzhou 10 capsule returned to earth.

lyrikline blog

Last week, in the run up to our website relaunch and the live event, Spacewe started an open call and asked for your short ‘Space Poems’. The call is closed now and we would like to thank everyone who took part!! We received 15 poems, sent to us in English and German via twitter, facebook and as blog comments and enjoyed reading the poems a lot. We hope you all do!

 

… and here are the Space Poems …

 

daybreak

 

when we credulously

reached for the clouds

a clamour

from the mouth of

a careless fish

–

by Achim Wagner (via twitter)

 

 

words are vinds which blow roofs

–

Daiga Mežaka (via blog comment)

 

 

There’s no sound in a space poem, only the charged particles of solar wind.

–

by Dave Bonta (via twitter)

 

 

Folda Saumtar

Dark

Weil polygam in der

Weltraumzukunft

Vergessen

Dode jedan…

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