Robert Kelly: 11 poems from EARISH, Thirty Poems of Paul Celan

                    
                       for Dick Higgins
                                                       in memor I am

[translator’s note.  In 2002 I was asked to contribute to Alec Finlay’s edition of translations by several hands of Paul Celan’s poem “Irisch.”  While working on my translation (which duly appeared in the second volume, Irisch (2), Edinburgh 2002), I began to work on other dimensions of the poem, then of other Celan poems.  The present homeophonic translations are one result.  By homeophonic translation I mean: listening to the sound of the [in this case German] poem until you hear it in English – the result, the poem heard, no doubt “says” a “different” thing from the “original.”  Those quoted words are all questionable, more question than answer, I mean.  So here are some of my hearings of Celan poems.  They are, in effect, translations into Earish.   A reference in italics at the end of each poem identifies those reproduced below as all coming from Celan’s book Fedensonnen here heard heading towards English.]

WILD YOU THEN NOTE SHARING FONDEST
in the view’s tongue
rune the shattered yards hounded a neighbor to rouse
and hay run thick thank him

Feel like it’s a war,
dash here the freed of twice failed curb’s rock
out tone ― go face them.

faden214

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THE STREAKER, salt’s washer, clomb
the wiser
grove’s keynote in dismal
gate and knickers off

Off the shudder see grass down even
in anchor shot and
naked as number dares
(ant’s willing)
red sail.

f186

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EARISH
Give me this vague wreck
heave her the corn’s teacher to die in his laugh
this vague wreck
heave her down laugh’s path
this wreck that his story’s taken on
on hurts hung
more gone.

f184

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THE TWISTED NINE
gone haggled to hill free
vexed
the numb unblue
sets out

the glaciermilk cart
the foal vixen again dour
thus swimming the seal
ear her unbearable un-
brandy

f96


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SPADE.  Unswam eager fetish
buys stitch the sopping fun Christ bomb,

off gay rowed fun
frost spree kin
hipped from womb shy noon neck,

day’s fence star flees off,  where sand rouses,

neat even so bring him
the hovel there sign,

I need cup lasting, a
deep unafraid walker ―
coaches art one seeks there, over
him.

f166
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DO WARS mean death
thick Kant I called them
weary of all it unfeels

f142
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DARES OUT A SHOCKED HEADED HEARSE
daring she goes feel install earring

groves shy mast forty
tiles of

milk sweaters
shovel.

f110
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ALL DYING SEAGULLS ARE BROKEN?  NAY.
Gay verse ether oak
see, the brief
haughty elf
hoofing took her:

that the well, the hornet
fern, the milk
knower, when
the mood she tours clock be awayed,
the clock be dumb mood, weed her,

that she nicked oak
then elect throne dear idiot and
speak low, the dottle
for a biter too for
many take a long dying
often.

f80
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POE KNOCKS

The unstirred bleak kite’s if a fawn-high hayrick
dame fear them in
den, she’ll gird a needle key fixed
her n’t a Leah dish
hinter seek here.

f58

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EYING A HIM HILL tempest
lock in.  Arm
enter knocked it them
or it.

The lid’s slack reflex averring
the hip begone
tomorrow’s two for
null.

f118
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EDGE LOCKED, edge locked.

When weary at semester’s veering
blond cats going we to malls
allowing gone to Paris, eye no outgone glued long

though arctic is a steer
came again sprung and
under crooned emit on his sighing horn or
under tease to his tease to.

f174

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