Das Lied Von Der Erde [the Song Of The Earth] - Poem by Warren Falcon
[Inspired by The Song of the Earth by Gustav Mahler,
a song cycle of poems by Chinese poet Li Bai,
famous wandering poet of the Tang Dynasty]
I will listen then
as I do now to Mahler
I will out pour this
intrusive mouse hiss
herald of The End
that is in contralto
I will listen
will recover such
air enough around
to go on sing my
song tio-tangle in
tree limbs Van Gogh
still somewhere paints
now and always
to woo in
make me to
to which I
have only just
in a dream
renewed my wedding vows
I am drawn water
from artesian wells
I am bathing in night stars
I am swelling night mirage
I am heat vectors
I am giddier star dance
night bathing on the porch
(so the shy mountain
I am rain water
from the tin roof
in pots all kinds
O stand radiant-starred late afternoon
O stained stark shadows black frieze
astonished stooped man
time's wee piss-boy
damp bunk-bed mattress fears
O stand glazed from edges
gaze to bark
vine maps of escape
impress long into
cracked song for dirty boots
Poet's Notes about The Poem
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Here is a free English translation of the basis for Der Trunkene I'm Frühling.
處世若大夢, Life in the world is but a big dream;
胡爲勞其生. I will not spoil it by any labour or care.
所以終日醉, so saying, I was drunk all the day,
頹然臥前楹. lying helpless at the porch in front of my door.
覺來盼庭前, when I awoke, I blinked at the garden-lawn;
一鳥花間鳴. a lonely bird was singing amid the flowers.
借問此何時, I asked myself, had the day been wet or fine?
春風語流鶯. the Spring wind was telling the mango-bird.
感之欲嘆息, moved by its song I soon began to sigh,
對酒還自傾. and, as wine was there, I filled my own cup.
浩歌待明月, wildly singing I waited for the moon to rise;
曲盡已忘情. when my song was over, all my senses had gone.
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