Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Susana Soca



With lingering love she gazed at the dispersed
Colors of dusk. It pleased her utterly
to lose herself in the complex melody
or in the curious life to be found in verse.
lt was not the primal red but rather grays
that spun the fine thread of her destiny,
for the nicest distinctions and all spent
in waverings, ambiguities, delays.
Lacking the nerve to tread this treacherous
Labyrinth, she looked in on, whom without,
the shapes, the turbulence, the striving rout,
(Like the other lady of the looking glass.)
The gods that dwell too far away for prayer
abandoned her to the final tiger, Fire. 

Jorge Luis Borges : 1899 - 1986

46 comments:

Leovi said...

Very interesting and exquisite poem by Borges. The photo is beautiful ...
Besos.

Joop Zand said...

Lovely warm colors.....i like that shot Dianne.

Greetings, Joop

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Fascinating and complex. Thought provoking.

foam said...

I love Borges. This is a very thought provoking poem about the Uruguayan poet Susana Soca. I knew nothing of her. I had to google her.

dianne said...

Thank you dear Leovi , yes, I think it is an interesting and exquisite poem, it held some resonance for me.
The photo is beautiful, I searched many images until I found the right one for this poem.
Besos

xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Thank your dear Joop , the image is beautiful with its warmth and colours.
Warm greetings
xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Thank you dear J Cosmo , yes, it is all that you have mentioned and more.

xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Thank you dear Foamy , yes it is a thought provoking poem.
I could identify with this poem, its message resonated within me. I like to lose myself in the complex melody of verse, not that I am a great poet like Borges...he writes this so thoughtfully. To me the Labyrinth represents life and I tend to waver and trepidate when it comes to taking those steps and moving forward. The turbulence and striving rout is the problems we encounter in life and so in the life of Susana Soca and her untimely end in a plane crash.
There is another translation of this poem, also beautiful but I chose this version.

"With slow love she looked at the scattered
Colors of afternoon. It pleased her
To lose herself in intricate melody
Or in the curious life of verses.
Not elemental red but the grays
Spun her delicate destiny,
Fashioned to discriminate and exercised
In vacillation and in blended tints.
Without venturing to tread this perplexing
Labyrinth, she watched from without
The shapes of things, their tumult and their course,
Just like that other lady of the mirror.
Gods who dwell far-off past prayer
Abandoned her to that tiger, Fire
."

Some intersting information in a manuscript here regarding the poem.

xoxoxo ♡

Enrique G.A. said...

Hello, an entry with a great shot and a beautiful poem.
Greetings. -

dianne said...

Thank you dear Enrique for your kind words, I am pleased that you enjoyed the poem and the image.

Greetings

xoxoxo ♡

Mirthe Duindam said...

Beautiful and warm.
Lovely greetings, Mirthe

JUAN FUENTES said...

La poesia dentro de tu personalidad és igual a un motor que al comenzar a funcionar,anula todos tus sentidos y solo vive para ella
Abrazos

Tiago Braga said...

Welcome dear Dianne =D

You re back, and with a beautifull and lovely text, i am in love by all this wise words ;)

Yvonne Vergouwe said...

Heel mooi in beeld gebracht in woord en beeld. Wat een super mooie ondergaande zon.

Groetjes Von

foam said...

I prefer the 1st translation too.

JUAN FUENTES said...

Desde Andalucia,como ya estamos en Primavera,te envio un furte abrazo

Łucja-Maria said...

Hello dear Dianne!
I was thinking about you!
You you put an interesting line.
I like the colors in the picture. They are very beautiful.
I send greetings.
Lucia

MARTY said...

warmth is falling in the heart !
wish you a wonderful spring Dianne

Giga said...

Ciekawy wiersz pasuje do bardzo ładnego zdjecia. Pozdrawiam cieplutko.
An interesting line fits very nice pictures. Regards warm.

JUAN FUENTES said...

Nuevamemnte agradezco a mi amiga poeta sus constancias en las entradas a mi blog
Juan

Leovi said...

Fire in the heart and in the colors of the evening.
Besos.

Leovi said...

Yes, life is a maze, sometimes delicious ...

dianne said...

Thank you dear Mirthe !
Warm greetings to you.

xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Gracias, querido Juan, todavía puede disfrutar de la poesía de los demás, mis sentidos están vivos.
abrazos cálidos
xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Hello dear Tiago , thank you for your kind words. Yes, I am back, perhaps not writing my poems but the poems of others are far more beautiful than anything I could write.

Hugs and kisses my friend!

xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Bedankt lieve Von voor uw vriendelijke woorden, ik hou van dit gedicht door Borges en het beeld van de prachtige zonsondergang is perfect voor zijn tekst.
Hartelijke groeten

xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Thank you sweet Foamy , yes, I think it is more beautiful and captivating.

xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Gracias, querido Juan , un abrazo es justo lo que necesito, ha sido un tiempo tan largo.
Un fuerte abrazo

xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Thank you dear Lucia , for thinking of me.
I am pleased that you liked the words of this poem by Borges, one that I love. I searched for just the right sunset image to complement his words and it is beautiful.
Warm greetings
Dianne

xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Thank you dear Marty for your kind words, it is Autumn here now but just as beautiful as the Springtime to me.
I hope you have a wonderful Spring!
bisous
xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Dziękuję kochanie Giga za miłe słowa.
ciepłe pozdrowienia.

xoxoxo ♡


Thank you dear Giga for your kind words.
Warm greetings.

xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Querido Juan , siempre es un placer visitar su blog y ver las entradas maravillosas.
Un abrazo cálido

xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Thanks dear Leovi , yes, the words of this poem have a warm glow and there is fire in the sunset.

Besos

xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Thank you dear Leovi , I can still remember how it feels to be in love, life is a maze with happiness to find around every turn and many delicious moments until it all sadly goes away...now I am lost.

Besos

xoxoxo ♡

JUAN FUENTES said...

El amor para los humanos és un sentimiento qque nos embarga y no nos deja ser racionales,
ERl vino nos hace entrar en un mundo de felicidad,para no pensar en nuestros problemas

Silvina Soave said...

Preciosa la imagen y bellas palabras de Borges.
Abrazos y feliz fin de semana.

:.tossan© said...

Your sweet sensitivity,
furies exudes charm! hug

dianne said...

Gracias, querido Juan por sus amables palabras, si uno está enamorado vemos la vida a través de gafas de color rosa, thoughs racionales desaparecer. Yo no bebo vino o licores, tal vez debería.
Cálidos abrazos de mi amigo
xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Gracias, querido Silvina por sus amables palabras, sí bellas palabras de Borges.
Un fin de semana feliz para ti también!

xoxoxo ♡

dianne said...

Thank you dear tossan for your sweet words.
hugs

xoxoxo ♡

Antonio Machado said...

Hello Dianne,
Borges is amazing!
A big hug

dianne said...

Thank you dear Antonio , yes, Borges is amazing!
A big hug

xoxoxo ♡

Magia da Inês said...

✿✿彡 °•.
A foto é linda mas a poesia é triste.
Bom domingo!
Boa semana!
Beijinhos do Brasil✿✿彡 °•.
✿✿彡

dianne said...

Caro Inês , obrigado por suas amáveis ​​palavras.
Um feliz domingo para você e uma boa semana.
Abraços e beijos
xoxoxo ♡

The Mess said...

Colours of dusk could be the same you see at dawn, What matters is the feeling You have in dawn or dusk...

dianne said...

Thank you dear M , yes the colours at dawn and dusk can be just as beautiful, the feelings that they evoke are what is important.
xoxoxo ♡