“Heaven and Hell” by Sergio Arcos
I am choosing the first poem, by Desanka Maksimović, to interpret. Desanka’s poem:
Migratory Birds
Through night and moisture
wild geese go south
crying in painful glory.
I feel like writing
a dark story:
Them carrying away
on their two white wings
I don’t know where,
I don’t know what
of my soul’s dearest things.
My interpretation:
Twisted
Warped by foul globe’s spin,
I wail I’m alive even as I bleed out.
My soul travels to new places…
Into a dark crevasse, blind,
Mind twisted vine,
Unsure whether to crawl
Up or down
A dreamless sleep.
Laura is the host of dVerse today. Laura says:
The Poetics Challenge here is to select ONE of the poems and write your own interpretation – what the poem conjures for you, what personal feelings it touches on. You may want to use the title or make use of some of the words or just try to keep the flavour of the poem. After all, the originals were not in English – but that is the point – we can get lost in the translation!
I love how you found your migration in that sleep… soon going to find my wings of dreams.
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Thank you, Bjorn, and may you glide on warm currents as you do.
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wow! this is almost a dark night of the soul carried on night migratory wings – thank you for joining in with the prompt
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You went to a dark place with this one. Eloquently hopeless!
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Thank you, Laura and thank you for the prompt.
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Thank you, Beverly. To me, the first stanza sets a dark tone and the rest emphasizes it.
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Lisa, this is brilliant! Very well done. 🙂
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Beautiful with its darkness!
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Susan, thank you so much.
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Thanks Linda.
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I love any poem with “crevasse” in it.I like it when you turn to the dark side.
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I almost misspelled it! Glad you understand about the dark side.
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like it, topical with our climate change it does impact our psyche!
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Powerful interpretation LISA, and you hit right to the essence — excellent!
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You’ve captured the atmosphere of the poem. (K)
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I love your dark story of a twisted dreams! The geese will carry it away with their honking in the morning light!
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Excellent! Our mind can certainly take us to dark places.
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Thank you, Kate.
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Rob, thank you for seeing it.
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Thank you, K. That part about the wings carrying away things filled me with dread.
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lol something like that. Let’s hope.
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This was my interpretation of the poem, but you’re right my mind doesn’t need much encouragement.
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I am familiar with migration in dreamless sleep and the uncertainty of whether to crawl up or down that mind-twisted vine. You’ve captured it well, Jade!
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Thank you for the compliment, Kim. I’m sorry you’re familiar with it.
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I especially like “my soul travels to new places.” ever seeking, ever becoming.
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I wondered what you would think about this one.
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🙂
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I really like this! …I am alive as I bleed out;;;; great image!
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Thanks Dwight 🙂
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