Thursday, September 15, 2011

#503


(A street in Arles, image by arasam22)


Tive que fazer mais do que
sentar-me em sua cama
e estudar suas paredes
e cadeiras para perdoar
Vincent.

A falsa quietude
predominante nos móveis,
retratos e roupas
usadas para responder
a qualquer pergunta

A janela empoeirada
para uma alma tão partida
que seus pedaços
não pertenciam mais
juntos,

tive que ir até lá
e abri-la
e deixar o meu coração
na soleira com um bilhete que
ele talvez gostasse de levar no bolso.


I had to do more
than go and sit on
his bed and study
his walls and chairs
to forgive Vincent.

The fake steady rest
all over the furniture
faces and costumes
he'd wear to answer
whatever questions

the dusty window
to a soul so badly
broken no one
could put pieces
back together

I had to go and open it
and place my heart on the
windowsill along with a note
he might like to keep in his
pocket and carry around.





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24 comments:

  1. JudieSeptember 15, 2011 at 12:35 AM

    A soulful and haunting piece! It is beautifully written

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  2. AnonymousSeptember 15, 2011 at 3:28 AM

    mmm... van gogh is one of my favorite artists. the last stanza, in particular was heavy with a most beautiful regret.
    lovely.

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  3. Isabel DoyleSeptember 15, 2011 at 4:09 AM

    the crooked streets of Arles a lovely accompaniment to your beautiful lines

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  4. UnknownSeptember 15, 2011 at 4:16 AM

    As recordações podem fazer-nos ir por caminhos e já um pouco esquecidos.
    Muitas vezes a nossa passagem pela casa e os moveis ou ainda em determinados passeios acorda em nós muitos sentimentos.

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  5. jfb57September 15, 2011 at 4:40 AM

    Lovely words and thank you for the translation!

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  6. StaciaSeptember 15, 2011 at 6:14 AM

    "...and place my heart on the
    windowsill along with a note..."

    Such a sad but beautiful image.

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  7. gautami tripathySeptember 15, 2011 at 7:20 AM

    This is so very beautiful...

    spoken inside the mind

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  8. AnonymousSeptember 15, 2011 at 8:54 AM

    I hope he takes great care of it.

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  9. Mystic_MomSeptember 15, 2011 at 10:40 AM

    Love this poem, and how you close it off with such an offering of love. Wonderfully crafted.

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  10. Kerry O'ConnorSeptember 15, 2011 at 11:34 AM

    Oh this is so moving, Kenia. I felt the goosebumps rise on my arms as I read - particularly the last stanza.

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  11. AnonymousSeptember 15, 2011 at 11:57 AM

    The third stanza I find the most evocative. I wonder what the people who loved him felt as they watched him create and destroy in turns. This was both painful and beautiful to read.

    -Nicole

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  12. Susan AndersonSeptember 15, 2011 at 1:42 PM

    Thanks for the translation. Your poem is lovely.

    =)

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  13. flaubertSeptember 15, 2011 at 2:11 PM

    Poignant piece, Kenia. I am a huge fan of Van Gogh, I did my university thesis on him. Fascinating character.

    Pamela

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  14. laurie kolpSeptember 15, 2011 at 8:59 PM

    I really enjoyed this... especially the ending!

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  15. Kay L. DaviesSeptember 15, 2011 at 9:41 PM

    "and place my heart on the
    windowsill along with a note"

    So beautiful.
    — K

    Kay, Alberta, Canada
    An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel

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  16. Dana @ Bungalow'56September 16, 2011 at 12:50 AM

    Lovely words and sentiment.
    Dana

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  17. Liz Rice-SosneSeptember 16, 2011 at 11:35 AM

    I thoroughly enjoyed this poem ... it was incredibly inventive ... and seemed at once very personal and then again, not personal at all. A private poem.

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  18. Sherry Blue SkySeptember 16, 2011 at 12:23 PM

    I love it, especially leaving your heart on th windowsill with a note....wonderful!

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  19. AnonymousSeptember 16, 2011 at 10:16 PM

    That last stanza is lovely. Yea, we all love Van Gogh's art.

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  20. Vicki/JakeSeptember 17, 2011 at 7:33 PM

    Awesome is all I can add...thank you for the beauty...

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  21. MarySeptember 17, 2011 at 8:47 PM

    Sometimes it is hard to forgive, but one can offer beauty anyway...

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  22. Mr. WalkerSeptember 18, 2011 at 2:29 AM

    Kenia, I love that idea of opening that broken window. A lovely ending.

    Richard

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  23. EllaSeptember 20, 2011 at 1:34 PM

    I love it; I love the sweeping feel and the release~

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  24. JennySeptember 20, 2011 at 2:52 PM

    What a beautiful link.

    Your words and the picture are haunting and lovely.

    Thank you for sharing them.

    A+

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