in praise of yansa

18 Wednesday Jul 2018

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Your hair spills around the elastic’s fringe

the way pomegranate juice seeps between

my lips. Not that red, no; more burnt-orange

kinky. The gods have blessed you with obscene

tastes. “Molha tua boca,” you say. Wet

your mouth. Yansa is your mother, her blood

runs — “Minha flor que arde” — in your sweat,

your heat. Your flower of flame. First the flood,

call it Spirit, then the fire — She warned you.

Not with the tongue — A kiss there and all hell

will break loose. She knew what that toothsome rose,

sleeping among your burnished curls, can do.

“Lambe-me,” you say. Lick me. Make me swell.

Overflow. Let the world end with curled toes.

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Note:

In Yoruba faith and religion the goddess Oya has many names; in Latin and South America she is called Yansa or Iansa, personification of fire, winds, violent storms, death and rebirth.

fantasma guloso [greedy ghost]

20 Friday Mar 2015

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“I had almost forgotten how good it is to be licked – kissed – smeared –”

Be for me the language
that redeems me.

Mortal flesh is weak, but
I am apocalyptic: she-devil
in heat.

I am your horny sister
cursed with
chastity.

“Greedy Ghost.” (desire
takes shape) “Feel this wet tongue
slide and your juice returns
to condition of the living.”

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“Eu quase havia esquecido como é bom ser lambido – beijado – lambuzado –”

Seja comigo uma língua
que me redime.

Carne mortal é fraca, mas
eu sou apocalíptica: um diaba
no cio.

Eu sou o seu tesão irmã
amaldiçoado com
castidade.

“Fantasma guloso.” (desejo
toma corpo) “Sentir a língua molhada
deslizar enquanto o teu suco retorna
à condição de vivos.”

gosto [taste]

20 Friday Mar 2015

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TASTE

Full of the mystery of taste.
Reckless with my mouth.

Throbbing fruit
fresh. My mouth

on your skin. A light kiss
with the touch

of the tongue.
Suck your

fruit; with a grip,
howling, and hair

pulling. Strange
fruit.

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GOSTO

Plena do gosto da mistério.
Afoita com minha boca.

Latejando de fruta
fresca. Minha boca

na teu pele. Um leve beijo
com o toque

da língua.
Chupo teu

fruto; com um aperto,
um urro, e puxão

de cabelo. Fruto
estranho.

Bilac’s DELÍRIO

20 Friday Mar 2015

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Olavo Bilac, Delirium

Naked since love doesn’t need shame
In my her mouth I pressed.
And, as for carnal thrills, she said:
“Lower down, baby, I want your kiss!”

Crude, unconsciousness of my desire
Trembling, my mouth obeyed,
And I bit her taut breasts
So that she gasped like broken chords.

In endless sighs of joys
She told me, still almost crying:
“Lower down, baby!” – All in a frenzy.

On her belly I laid my mouth,
“Lower, baby!” – She said, crazy,
Puritans, forgive me! but I obeyed …

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Delírio

Nua, mas para o amor não cabe o pejo
Na minha a sua boca eu comprimia.
E, em frêmitos carnais, ela dizia:
– Mais abaixo, meu bem, quero o teu beijo!

Na inconsciência bruta do meu desejo
Fremente, a minha boca obedecia,
E os seus seios, tão rígidos mordia,
Fazendo-a arrepiar em doce arpejo.

Em suspiros de gozos infinitos
Disse-me ela, ainda quase em grito:
– Mais abaixo, meu bem! – num frenesi.

No seu ventre pousei a minha boca,
– Mais abaixo, meu bem! – disse ela, louca,
Moralistas, perdoai! Obedeci …

note:

Olavo Brás Martins dos Guimarães Bilac (1865 – 1918) was a Brazilian poet, journalist and translator. This poem comes from his, Poesias (1888)

schall’s AMOR EM AZUL E BRANCO

10 Tuesday Feb 2015

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AMOR EM AZUL E BRANCO Virgínia Schall	LOVE IN BLUE AND WHITE translation by ZJC
Nuvens brancas espumas flutuando os andes Brancas geleiras pinceladas impressionistas descendo sobre os cimos do Ozorno Branco em flor campo de margaridas ondulando ao vento Branco-amor esvoaça em lençois e cortinas desnudando os corpos no quarto róseos, ardentes, úmidos e ungidos Branco enevoado do ar em cheiro de sêmen-vida do encontro que exala e enche a casa perfuma a brisa e se espalha por entre as ondas suaves do marinho Pacífico, ornando a cena, túrgido e cingido ao azul celeste da Terra em cio.	White clouds foam floating across the Andes White glaciers Like impressionist brushstrokes coming down off the peaks of the Ozorno White flowers a field of daisies rippling in the wind White-love fluttering in the sheets and curtains they bare their bodies in this room all rosy, glowing, wet and anointed White misty air that smells of vital cum from the encounter that exudes and fills the house with perfumes the breeze spreads through the gentle waves of the Pacific ocean, gracing the world, surrounding the turgid heat of the blue Earth.

AMOR EM AZUL E BRANCO
Virgínia Schall

LOVE IN BLUE AND WHITE
translation by ZJC

Nuvens brancas
espumas flutuando os andes
Brancas geleiras
pinceladas impressionistas
descendo sobre os cimos
do Ozorno
Branco em flor
campo de margaridas
ondulando ao vento
Branco-amor
esvoaça em lençois e cortinas
desnudando os corpos no quarto
róseos, ardentes, úmidos e ungidos
Branco enevoado do ar
em cheiro de sêmen-vida
do encontro que exala
e enche a casa
perfuma a brisa e se espalha
por entre as ondas suaves
do marinho Pacífico,
ornando a cena, túrgido e cingido
ao azul celeste da Terra em cio.

White clouds
foam floating across the Andes
White glaciers
Like impressionist brushstrokes
coming down off the peaks
of the Ozorno
White flowers
a field of daisies
rippling in the wind
White-love
fluttering in the sheets and curtains
they bare their bodies in this room
all rosy, glowing, wet and anointed
White misty air
that smells of vital cum
from the encounter that exudes
and fills the house
with perfumes the breeze spreads
through the gentle waves
of the Pacific ocean,
gracing the world, surrounding the turgid
heat of the blue Earth.

Poet’s Biography:

Besides writing poetry, VIRGINIA TORRES SCHALL is a psychologist, biological scientist (neurophysiology and behavior), and holds a Ph.D. in education. She has been working at Fundacao Oswaldo Cruz (Rio de Janeiro, Brazil) since 1981 as a researcher. In 1990, she created the Laboratory of Environmental and Health Education (Department of Biology, Oswaldo Cruz Institute). According to her website she is also currently working at Rene Rachou Research Center (Fundacao Oswaldo Cruz, Belo Horizonte).

teixeira’s VISITA

10 Tuesday Feb 2015

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VISITA Virna G. Teixeira	VISIT translation by ZJC
criado-mudo: bíblia e rosário de contas na cama, ao lado a nudez sem nome	Bedside table: a bible and rosary beads In bed this nakedness has no name

VISITA
Virna G. Teixeira

VISIT
translation by ZJC

criado-mudo:
bíblia e
rosário de contas

na cama, ao lado
a nudez
sem nome

Bedside table:
a bible and
rosary beads

In bed
this nakedness
has no name

Poet’s Biography:

Born in Fortaleza, Brazil, in 1971 VIRNA G. TEIXEIRA works as a neurologist in São Paulo, and has published three books of poetry: Visit (2000), Distance (2005) by 7 Letters Press and Transits (2009) by Lumme Editor, as well as several titles of Scottish poetry translations.

chill embrace

21 Sunday Sep 2014

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Let the ground split open. Let earth deface
the one injured, the one in pain. May stones

take me far down into their chill embrace.
Without you I pray to be just rock-bones

frothing green-jasper that injured no one
flint-flakes for the want of a tongue, my stump

broken-topaz, a prairie in the sun,
citrine-red winter’s run rapture. I slump

against a blue wall. Everyday I vow
to give up writing words. Winter draws near.

All of nature soon sleeps. But I’m awake.
I seethe. I’m what gets left behind, somehow.

Let me crumble into chalk. All I fear
leaves me sleepless, a thing of want and ache.

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Queime a terra, e transformar a minha carne em pedra.
Gire-me em algo bonito, mas sem graça.
Você fez a minha feiúra sentir divino.

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Burn the land, and transform my flesh into stone.
Turn me into something beautiful but dim.
You made my ugliness feel divine.

queimando, ardendo, incendiando

17 Monday Mar 2014

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Pretty and pink, I want to sleep.
Waiting for a touch, I forget you until daybreak.
I am the full moon, if I smoke a joint and excite my libido.
Burning, burning, burning, and then … ashes.

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Linda e rosada, quero dormir.
À espera de um toque, quero esquecer até o dia clarear.
Eu sou o lua cheia, se eu fumar um charro, e libido a excitam.
Queimando, ardendo, incendiando, e … cinza.

minha língua

16 Sunday Mar 2014

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Drinking angels.
Saliva. My tongue.
My language. My words.

Lick my wings with your verb.
Until you feel the orgasm flower within my shoulders.

Slowly lick my clit, said the angel.
The pulse of your tongue touches it.
You devil, the angel said.
You leave me nearly dead horny.

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Bebem os anjos.
A saliva. Minha língua.
Minha lingua. Meus palavras.

Lambe-me as asas com a teu verbo.
Até que você sente a flor orgasmo dentro da meus ombros.

Devagar lambesse o meu clitóris, disse o anjo.
O dos teus pulsos isso língua toca.
Você diabo, disse o anjo.
Você me deixa de tesão quase morto.

do gosto da vida libidinosa

14 Friday Mar 2014

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My skin and the wind
sings your verses
to the moon. Your body
on mine. Your willingness
to taste. Desire
to do crazy things before,
during and after. Your
tongue to know me.
My mouth to suck you.
Under the influence
of the moon
Under the taste of
libidinous life.

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Minha pele e o vento
canta teus versos
para a Lua. Teu corpo
no meu. Teu vontade
de sentir o gosto. Desejo
de fazer loucuras antes,
durante e depois. Da tua
língua a me conhecer.
Minha boca a te sugar.
Sob a influência
da Lua.
Sob a do gosto da
vida libidinosa.

memories of my ghost sista

~ the dead are never satisfied

Tag Archives: Portuguese translation

in praise of yansa

fantasma guloso [greedy ghost]

gosto [taste]

Bilac’s DELÍRIO

schall’s AMOR EM AZUL E BRANCO

teixeira’s VISITA

chill embrace

queimando, ardendo, incendiando

minha língua

do gosto da vida libidinosa