Dame la Vida

Languideciendo bajo un sofoco,                        I’m dwindling in despair without support,

mi rumbo inseguro me conmueve,                        My insecure direction moves me so,

la herida en mi corazón me duele                        The aching in my heart induces woe,

a bien saber que la vida dura poco.                        For knowing well that life is cruelly short.

 

No soy más que un brillo descolorido            I’m nothing but a pale and dying glow

en un enmarañado hormiguero,                        Within an anthill, labyrinthine, uneasy;

sin agujero hasta lo ligero;                             Without a way towards the light and breezy,

sin evasión de lo desconocido.                       Without escape from where the shadows grow.

 

¡Suéltame!                       Let go of me!

¡Desátame!                       Untether me!

¡No es vivir estar agónico!                                    Life is not life if lived in agony!

 

¡Revélame!                        Uncover me!

¡Rescátame!                        Recover me!

¡No hay peor que estar anónimo!                        There’s nothing worse than anonymity!

 

Desiste de privarme del placer                 Stop keeping me among the black and blue,

y déjame sentir y elegir,                            And let me shape my fate and feel the thrill

capacitándome a renacer.                                    Of being able to thus start anew.

 

Ya ¡déjame ir donde quiero ir!                        Permit me now to wander where I will!

¡Hacer lo que me más fascina hacer!            And do whatever I’m content to do!

¡Dame ya la vida! ¡Déjame vivir!                  Just let me live my life, and have my fill!

-EDP

Reviews

[CD Campbell]

Oh dearest Emipoemi, to be a poet is to know despair. Real or illusory. I suggest politics if you want to skip anonymity (or write crappy limericks). I can't read Spanish, but it looks rather nice in comparison to the english. I like the feeling of this one to break free and conquer the world. Tight rhymes, nice form. CD

[emipoemi]

to be a poet indeed is to know despair.....though I take pride in being electric. And I'm not one for politics - I can actually admit to not knowing much about the subject to be able to gauge whether my fanciful ideas would even work to benefit the world. And I'm also too good a poet after 11 years of writing to be able now to write anything "crappy".

Thanks for reading. Glad you enjoyed it.

[CD Campbell]

You have to know that I like your arrogance. Even the best of us put out a peice of dog s**t now and then, though. So dont be hard on people who write limericks.

[emipoemi]

I don't talk s**t about anybody or any style that doesn't deserve it. I like Limericks. I haven't had an idea for one yet, but I enjoy them. I'm merely saying that after 11 years of writing I no longer have the capacity to write s**t - I've tried: there was a prompt on another site that asked people to literally create a s**t poem, and my result was a quasi s**t poem about how to write a s**t poem (but people loved it so much that I doubt it was even s**t). I'm way too connected with my Muses for them to allow me to write s**t - lol. It wasn't exactly my arrogance talking there, but ok, you enjoy it, so what the hey - lol

[CD Campbell]

I was kind of screwin with you. Like I said, arrogance. Who would you say are your major influences? You got me curious.

[emipoemi]

The Romantics were who got me started, and guided me during my first phase of writing. They still are, but now Françoise Hardy and ZAZ are mixed in there as well (they're songstresses primarily, but they are absolute poets if you analyze their lyrics - they're quite marvellous in that aspect). That's the poetic influences, then I have classic comedy troupes (chiefly the Marx Brothers) who fuel the rhythm and style of my absurd/satirical poems.

[CD Campbell]

Romantics. Same here. Shelley in particular when I was young. Wendell Berry, Auden, Maurice Manning are who I fall back on to relax. I'm going to check out francoise hardy when I get a chance. Later.

[emipoemi]

She writes/sings in French, but there are translations of her work out there if you hunt for them. But she's a PO-ET. Honest to God! She's incredible.

And there are a couple of names I don't recognize from your list. I'll def check those out too when I get the chance.

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

Wow with the vernacular and rhyming translation this is a wonderful poetic rendition. Kudos.

Pls pleez do review/ comment/ give yer thoughts on my newest poem. I like Interaction for the human feel.

[emipoemi]

We all need interaction....(otherwise what's the point of life?) I'll be sure to peruse your piece when I get the chance.

I'm glad you enjoyed the poem. Were you able to understand the Spanish without the English?

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

Noh I don't understand Spanish but I love it for the little I know. Azure is blue, naranja is orange right very similar to my Urdu language which has naranji for orange.

[emipoemi]

I love the similarities between languages of different families. It's amazing! (and it's "azul" for blue...."azure" is the latin word it's derived from)

[John the Baptist]

This is a well rhymed effort with much good imagery. It comes across as a song and seems to have two messages. At first it says there is no support, but also offers a plea to be released. Escape from anonymity seems to be a major issue, so this may be the frustration of one who seeks some kind of public career. The them of restraint comes in again toward the end. Who is doing the restraining is not explained. All that can be said is nice work and good luck.

[emipoemi]

This actually started out as a song, which I couldn't make work in the melody I had created it in....so as per custom, I just turned it into a poem.

And the message is actually a single one, only it in way - at first glance - changes addressee. The the restrainer is up to interpretation, but let's just say this was written at a bad time (and it's still applicable today).

Thanks for reading! So glad you enjoyed it.

[John the Baptist]

You're welcome. Hope things start looking up soon.

[emipoemi]

.....here's hoping