On the 25th Year

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Today I am 25 years old, but if you ask me, it feels like I am 25.000 years old. That is a lot of thousands and I wish that you translate them for yourself as good fortune, love, health, abundance and joy – that I wish for you, if by any chance today the World owes me a wish.

I would also like to share two poems with you, and I hope you enjoy reading them!Have a wonderful day!

 

The Moon

You can take the moon by the spoonful
or in capsules every two hours.
It’s useful as a hypnotic and sedative
and besides it relieves
those who have had too much philosophy.
A piece of moon in your purse
works better than a rabbit’s foot.
Helps you find a lover
or get rich without anyone knowing,
and it staves off doctors and clinics.
You can give it to children like candy
when they’ve not gone to sleep,
and a few drops of moon in the eyes of the old
helps them to die in peace.

Put a new leaf of moon
under your pillow
and you’ll see what you want to.
Always carry a little bottle of air of the moon
to keep you from drowning.
Give the key to the moon
to prisoners and the disappointed.
For those who are sentenced to death
and for those who are sentenced to life
there is no better tonic than the moon
in precise and regular doses.

Jaime Sabines

— Poemas sueltos, 1981
translated by W. S. Merwin

***

The Lonely Bather

LOOSE-VEIINED and languid as the yellow mist
That swoons along the river in the sun,
Your flesh of passion pale and amber-kissed
With years of heat that through your veins have run,
You lie with aching memories of love
Alone and naked by the weeping tree,
And indolent with inward longing move
Your slim and sallow limbs despondently.
If love came warm and burning to your dream,
And filled you all your avid veins require,
You would lie sadly still beside the stream,
Sobbing in torture of that vivid fire;
The same low sky would weave its fading blue,
The river still exhale its misty rain,
The willow trail its waving over you,
Your longing only quickened into pain.
Bed your desire among the pressing grasses;
Lonely lie, and let your thirsting breasts
Lie on you, lonely, till the fever passes,
Till the undulation of your longing rests.
by Max Eastman
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~ by Oloriel on March 25, 2015.

32 Responses to “On the 25th Year”

  1. Happy B-day, dear Oloriel. 🙂

  2. Happy Birthday and may you have that piece of the moon for yourself.

  3. Happy birthday to you. Live long and be merry always.

  4. Happy Birthday! Poetry is the best way to celebrate! 🙂

  5. Happy birthday, Oloriel! So my wish for you is that your next 25 years are filled with joy, inspiration, and blessings. Thank you for sharing your artistic vision with us. — Jeff

  6. Happy birthday!

  7. HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY…hope it’s wonderful:)

  8. I love discovering and reading new poems, and these are no exception.
    Happy birthday, again 😘

  9. Srećan rođendan :*

  10. 25 on the 25th. 😀 I already wished you a happy birthday on FB, but Happy Birthday once again! 🙂 It was Greek Independence Day yesterday as well.

    • A double thank you to you Eva! And awesome about Independence day! I am looking forward to visiting Greece, its the only country I ever wanted to visit and never had the chance to 🙂

  11. Srećan ti rođos 🙂

  12. Živa, zdrava, srećna i dugovečna! Od srca! Sve! 😀 :* sad tek videh, al’ kažu babe bolje kasnije nego ranije 😉

  13. Happy birthday in arrears… love your poetry.

  14. Happy quarter of a century!! ,-) I hope your birthday was as wonderful as you are. I feel blessed to know your soul through your poetry/art, dear Oloriel. Happy Birthday – here’s to many more. ❤

  15. Reblogged this on ikarusthefool.

  16. Happy belated Birthday!!! So young, and so deep! Awesome!

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