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BALLAD OF THE TOMCAT – Nichita Stănescu – translation Daniel Ionita
A tomcat I desired to be
with upward tail, with stripy coat
long claws, long whiskers, hissy throat,
with eyes… one green, one brown, you see…
Precisely when the snow of night
towards the sleep of down is creeping,
me, up on top of roofs in flight
the moon will howl in senseless weeping.
Then, seven housewives, devilish spree,
will hurl their seven stones at me
and will, in silence, cuss and weep,
because I howl and stop their sleep.
But from the height of week’s disasters,
I’ll grin a-howling, dark and vile
I love the place, and not the masters,
like dogs, who for a bone will smile.
The seven housewives, then, with glee
will hurl their seven stones at me,
and I will howl, and howl anew
until the moon won’t be in view.
A tomcat I desired to be
with upward tail, with stripy coat
long claws, long whiskers, hissy throat,
with eyes… one green, one brown, you see…
When early rays the day assail,
I’d wander giddy; where to next?
I’d tie a tin onto my tail
to rattle on the streets, perplexed.
Besmirched and tired in a while,
my gut from growling to divert,
I’m gathered up, I spit my bile,
and drag their linen through the dirt.
My back I’d camber hard and high
a ratty face of ugly aunt
I’d spit, I’d spit and then I’d ply
the streets, all night to gallivant.
The cats from seven neighbourhoods
I’d chase around and to the woods,
a kitten each to cub for me
with eyes… one green, one brown… you see…
Forgotten when I’ll die in vain
up near the tavern in the slum
lain in the way of fists to drain
the sour swill, the vile scum.
„Eh… what’s a life… out from your tent
let’s dance again, don’t jump with dread…
look down the drain…and don’t lament
the tomcat dead, the tomcat dead…“
(from Testament – Anthology of Modern Romanian Verse – Daniel Ionita – Minerva Publishing 2013)
Vezi mai mult la sursa: Ballad of the Tomcat – Nichita Stanescu – translation Daniel Ionita
Material preluat la Intercer de la Testament – Anthology of Romanian Verse – Bilingual Edition (Daniel Ionita, Minerva 2012).
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