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Starość Owidiusza [English translation]
Starość Owidiusza [English translation]
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Starość Owidiusza [English translation]

So what there is beautiful? While it is foreign - Some day Romania will be here

Watered by the waves of the Sea that will become ‘Black’.

The Barbarians wearing sheepskin coats will become ambitious Nation

Under the Trajan’s column They will be engaged in small trade

I will die looking longing at imperceptible tops

Of the seven hills that man had turned into Eternal City

From where through the conquered countries. From the hand to hand - illiterate

Will be traveling and will not arrive - Augustus’ letter with grace.

There is nobody to talk to. Scroll of the poems is worth every price

Bodies of inquiring women, taken hurriedly without stunt

And without involuntary whispers. They absorb giving nothing in return

The white semen of the empire in strangely smelling bed.

Far away from the Manor and Crowd - Is that the price of Exile?

I had sad - Rulers cannot rule over the poetry.

Circus turning into hermitage takes the peace away,

Because it is more proudly to banter The Emperor, than to flatter merchants for firewood

Columns of My Rome! The Enemy will whip you away from the walls.

And only inside me - Your pure Greek Lineage will remain.

I rely on itself only - Here where They do not know what the Greece is.

Respectfully laughing at Honor I give to the Word.

Dreaming, Eating, Dicing till it hurts the leaning back.

Poem handwritten for those - who only need what they already have

No one will promise the beauty here. For beauty you need to pay with gold.

I had understood writing here - how Ariadne is transformed into the spider.

On Spider’s web of words - colors, scents and touch

Meadows, palaces and people - Trembling Rome of my soul

Geometry of Ancestors’ memory disposed of ugliness

Mirror of living harmony, diamond crumbs.

Natives are above me - smelling of garlic and I feel

How I become the letter to the capital that does not touch anyone

Some day Romania will be here - Sea - Already ‘Black’ - surges

And body and world of Ovid becomes the soil of the song.

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Jacek Kaczmarski
  • country:Poland
  • Languages:Polish
  • Genre:Singer-songwriter
  • Official site:https://www.kaczmarski.art.pl/
  • Wiki:https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacek_Kaczmarski
Jacek Kaczmarski
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