Poems for DYLANDAY 2024 - 11

LUNAR REVERIE: A POET’S PILGRIMAGE

I do not sing to the moon
because she merely shines
I sing to her because she knows
of my long journey
               Atahualpa Yupanqui

They sang to you
and in every song, they betrayed you
they did not understand that you shone for them
not for yourself.

Dazzled by the sun
without finding my way
I had to plunge into darkness
to find your light
your rays frolicking on the back of a dolphin.

My soul found love under your light
loneliness vanished along with the last ray of sunshine
and you
my eternal companion
you accompanied me on this
my last wandering
safeguarding the solitary verse
the last drop of blood from the wounded poet.

Some will say,
without looking into the depths of the soul,
they betrayed you again,
while you
singing
drift away riding on the back of a dolphin
to disappear into a feeling,

eternal punishment to your beauty.

Gustavo Gac-Artigas

Translated by Priscilla Gac-Artigas

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Gustavo Gac-Artigas

Chilean award-winning writer, poet, novelist, and playwright living in the US since 1992. He is a corresponding member of the Academia Norteamericana de la Lengua Española (ANLE). His poetry has been published in magazines and anthologies in the US, France, Latin America and partially translated into English, French and Romanian.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gustavo_Gac-Artigas

Priscilla Gac-Artigas

Fulbright Scholar, Full member of the Academia Norteamericana de la Lengua Española (ANLE), corresponding member of the Real Academia (RAE), professor of Latin American literature at Monmouth University, NJ, USA. Translator of poetry into French and English.

Solar Eclipse

Anticipating mystical light,

A covering for the day

Few moments of dimming,

And dark skies.

Alignments prevail.

The sun, the moon, the earth

Are magically harmonious.

Looking up, looking up

We gather mysteries of a sun,

Alive with brightness

Disappearing for only

Moments

An astronomers’ dream.

Marsha Solomon

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Marsha Solomon (USA) has been living and working as a painter and a poet in New York. Her work has been presented in museums and galleries in the US and Europe, and has been the subject of many exhibitions.
www.marshasolomon.com

LA BELLEZZA NELLA LUNA

Luna,

nella mia cara città

sei sovrana rotondità

di bellezza,

che scivola sui fianchi

torna ai tuoi piedi bianchi

ricomincia e sale,

accarezza le tue braccia opale

i tuoi capelli avvolgenti

il tuo volto lacunoso,

dona gemme latenti

e il buio non si fa pauroso.

Oh Luna limone,

nell’argenteo bagliore

sui rami e nelle fontane

favole pagane,

ogni guizzo

una scintilla del tuo pizzo

elegante ascendente

antico sguardo avvenente,

anticonformista

sei della notte l’artista.

                                             Barbara Rotta

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Barbara Rotta comes from Turin, she is an artist, art historian and curator of national exhibitions, has collaborated with numerous Piedmonts’ Art Galleries and Cultural Associations. Her studies and writings are published in catalogs, art magazines and anthologies. Bertoni, Aletti and Norton Press publish her poems. She wrote the noir “Il colore dell’inganno” by Yumebook. Literature and History of Art professor, she continues her journey of research and writing under the sign of passion for art

lovers of the night

the isaac bird is screaming again

that means it's midnight

and the lady moon in the sky

in its usual place

her face is bright with lots of make-up

she's smiling too flirtatious

ı don't know what this joy is

and as usual  ı'm turning around in bed

ın the name of humanity

ı'm a quarter away from going mad

suicide sketches murder sketches

under my pillow

suddenly the isaac bird screamed

with the most flirtatious voice

ı look at the lady moon and laugh.

as if ı understood her joy

Yeşim Ağaoğlu

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Yeşim Ağaoğlu was born and lives in Istanbul. She took her undergraduate degree from  Istanbul University in Art History and Archaeology, then a Master’s in Radio, TV and Cinema. Her poems have appeared in various anthologies, and her published books of poetry have been translated into many languages. She frequently participates in international literary and poetry festivals, as well as gaining recognition internationally as a contemporary artist.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ye%C5%9Fim_A%C4%9Fao%C4%9Flu

Sweet Moon

Oh Sweet Moon

You paint in blue

on the Night Desk

Letters of Peace

as sweet as Love

of the rays of the day

that you keep at the very top

On the side of your dunes

above the clouds,

To write in the shelter

our Dreams that fly away

Far from a wild land

or our Bruised Hearts

would drive us crazy

If you weren't there

every night

to give us Hope

of a warm and sweet morning

adorned with a sparkle

that would reflect in our eyes

Our Journey to the Heavens

Artiste SAB

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SAB, artiste plasticienne française vit et travaille dans la région Aquitain.  Mouvement: Artiste inspirée par Magritte, Basquiat et Louise Bourgeois.

UMORIO SE MESEC

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Umorio se mesec

Od dugog lutanja plavim svodom,

Od teških uzdaha noćih ptica,

Zna on dobro da nisam sa tobom

Da još tražim tvoj osmeh

u mnoštvu lica...

Umorile su se zvezde od traganja

Od šumorenja talasa

I potmulog zvuka,

Umorilo se drveće od šaputanja

Koji nosi vetar,

A svaka reč je kao poruka.

Umorile su se staze od koraka

Koje se nemilosrdno gaze bez traga,

Onaj vlat trave koji se skriva u okrilju mraka

Da ga san ne svlada...

Umorila sam se od mnoštva pitanja

Na koje srce traži odgovore,

Budna čekam nova svitanja,

Dok se misli sa neizvesnošću bore.

Gde si...

Čije li gledaš prozore...

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THE MOON GOT TIRED

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The moon got tired,

From the long wanderings through the blue vault,

From the heavy sighs of the nocturnal birds,

It knows well I am not with you,

Still looking for your smile...

...in the multitude of faces.

The stars are tired of searching,

From the sound of the waves,

And the low sound,

The trees got tired of whispering,

Wind-borne,

And yet,

Every word is like a message.

The paths are tired of the footsteps,

Mercilessly being walked on,

The patch of grass hiding in the darkness,

Not letting the dream ovewhelm it...

.

I got tired of many questions,

To which the heart seeks answers,

Awaiting a new dawn,

As thoughts struggle with uncertainty.

Where are you...?

Whose windows are you observing...?

Snežana Šolkotović

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Snežana Šolkotović is a classroom  teacher. For her, writing is a hobby. She has

published poems and stories for children and adults in 27. books: in Serbian, Serbo- Romanian,

Serbian-Russian, Serbian-English. He has received numerous awards in international

competitions, many poems are present in national and foreign anthologies, collections and

magazines.

MY  ECSTATIC  MOON

Out at passionate night 

The moon is so radiant 

Gazing during lovely night 

Looking at beautiful  sight

Alone in light the stars delight

Without any light of its own 

The moon brightly shines . 

Adoring her glimmering circle 

The sky  appeared so  purple 

I wish  to bloom in  your arms

Your beauty is your elegance 

From afar, the moon is intense 

Ohhh Moon , we love you so 

Aspire  you would  never go .

Rohini Behera, India

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Rohini Behera retired from Government of Odisha, India in Managerial Cadre. He is a “ FEATURED  POET. “ of Inner Child Press International, USA  and PENTASI B.He is the  Author of 8 nos of English PICTORIAL POETRY BOOKS and Odia language Poetry Books .