Overflowing Cup

Overflowing Cup

A Poem by M. Lumiére

Translation of a poem from the collection "The flood may come with our passing" by F. Gellner.

I hold in my palm a cup.
'Tis frothy, overflowing.
I hold in my palm a cup.
Which in anticipation is growing.

Which wonders
if its wine will be spilled for waste,
on flowers alien of distant worlds
its meaning will at last be graced.

Which wonders, if will the blossoms bow
under the earth's weight.
Which wonders, if other worlds
will shine with its odours great.

I hold in my palm a cup,
which awaits the lips of man
in anticipation growing.
I hold in my palm a cup:
my heart, overflowing.

© 2019 M. Lumiére

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M. Lumiére

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i love this!! amazing diction use :)

Posted 6 Years Ago

I used to be a fan of rhyming poems - not anymore though - for me they seem limiting - I like to tap into the free flowing consciousness - see what rises in a bubble and pops, if only for a moment, into my reality.

Tell me though, this is a translation - how do you manage the rhymes?

Posted 6 Years Ago


6 Years Ago

so then, is it a true translation?

6 Years Ago

a true representation of what the poet was wanting to achieve?
M. Lumiére

6 Years Ago

I like to think so. You'd have to ask another czech, or a slovak perhaps. I'd say it is quite accura.. read more

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Added on April 7, 2018
Last Updated on October 27, 2019
Tags: gellner, flood, cup


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