Mirko Bonné

Umbruch

Language: german

Translations: danish (Brydningstid), english (Radical change), persian (دگرگوني), italian (Trasformazione)

Umbruch

Getrabt, mit grünen Hufen, kam,
über den buckligen Moränenrücken,
das Wetter. Und das Wetter,
das andere, in der Erde, rief,
dem Wetter, dem ersten, zu:
Frühling!

Die Bergmänner verwandelten sich
zu Wegerich. Der Brennesselbusch,
im Schatten der alten Gärtnerei,
keiner wird es glauben, ist
mein Vater.

Während man noch in der Zeitung
von Veränderungen liest,
schlagen die Regenschirme Wurzeln
im Autobus. In den Kellern
fällt Schnee, und das Unkraut,
hört man, fordert, wie die Asseln,
Gerechtigkeit.

Translations:

Language: danish

Brydningstid

I trav kom, på grønne hove,
over den puklede moræneryg,
vejret. Og vejret,
det andet, det nede i jorden, råbte
til vejret, det første:
Forår!

Bjergmændene forvandlede sig
til vejbred. Brændenældebusken,
i skyggen af det gamle gartneri,
ingen vil tro det, er
min far.

Mens man endnu læser
om forandringer i avisen,
slår paraplyerne rødder
i rutebilen. I kældrene
falder sne, og ukrudtet,
hører man, kræver, ligesom
bænkebiderne, retfærdighed.

Language: english

Radical change

With green hooves came trotting,
over the moraine’s hunchback,
the weather. And the weather,
the other one, in the earth, called
to the weather, the first one:
It’s spring!

The mountain men transform into
plantains. The stinging nettle bush
in the shade of the old garden centre,
no one will believe this, is
my father.

While in the newspapers
we still read of changes,
umbrellas take root
on the bus. Snow falls
in the cellars, and the weeds,
so they say, like the woodlice
demand justice.

Language: persian

دگرگوني

چارنعل ، با سم هاي سبز ، آمد ،

روي قوز ِ يخ – رفت ،

هوا . و هوا ،

آن ديگري ، در زمين ، فرياد زد ، درگوشِ ِ

هوا ، هواي اولي :

بهار !

معدنچيان بدل به بارهنگ

شدند . بوته ي گزنه ،

در سايه ي باغچه ي كهن

كسي باور نخواهد كرد كه اين

پدر من است .

در حالي كه در روزنامه هنوزهم

از اقسام دگرگوني چيزهايي مي خواني ،

چترها در اتوبوس ريشه مي زنند .

در سردابه ها برف مي بارد ،

مي شنوي از گوشه و كنار كه هرزبوته هم

مثل خرخاكي ها ، طالب عدالت است .

Language: italian

Trasformazione

Al trotto, con zoccoli verdi, giunse,

sul dorso gibboso delle morene,

la stagione. E la stagione,

quell’altra, sulla Terra, gridò

incontro alla stagione, alla prima stagione:

primavera!

I montanari si trasformarono

in piantaggine. Il cespuglio di ortica,

nell’ombra del vecchio giardino,

non lo crederà nessuno, è

mio padre.

Mentre ancora nei giornali

si legge di trasformazioni,

gli ombrelli mettono radici

nell’autobus. Nelle cantine

cade la neve e l’erbaccia,

si sente dire, come gli onischi,

esige giustizia.

Mirko Bonné

* 09.06.1965, Tegernsee, Germany
lives in: Hamburg, Germany

Mirko Bonné was born in 1965 in Tegernsee, Bavaria. He lives in Hamburg where he works as an author and translator. He has published several volumes of poetry including Die Horizontbäume (1992), Langrenus (1994), Gelenkiges Geschöpf (1996) and Die Republik der Silberfische (2008) as well as the four novels Der junge Fordt (1999), Ein langsamer Sturz (2002), Der eiskalte Himmel (2006) and Wie wir verschwinden (2009).

His work has been awarded with several literary prizes.

He has translated into German works by John Keats (1995), E. E. Cummings (2001), Ghérasim Luca (2004), William Butler Yeats (2005), Robert Creeley (2006) and Emma Lew (2008). Together with Hendrik Rost he translated for the first time into German a wider selection of the Dutch poet Rutger Kopland (2008) .

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