Mario Chard

PARADISE LOST

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6 DYSTOCIA
7 CALLUS
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PARADISE LOST

Then the woman who couldn’t sleep
for the ache inside her ear,
who lit every light bulb in her house
until the glare outside was bright enough
to change the weather in her neighbor’s dream,
who reached up and pulled down a bulb
each time the glass of one
she laid against her ear grew cold
emptied of its light, and who waited
until she had drained each one—
the day changed back to night
behind her neighbor’s eyes—
for the deep ache to leave, couldn’t sleep
for the tips of her fingers burning.

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jezik: nemščina

Paradies verloren

Die Frau, die nicht schlafen konnte,
weil es ihr im Ohr schmerzte,
die jede Glühbirne in ihrem Haus einschaltete
bis es draußen hell genug war,
um das Wetter zu verändern im Traum ihres Nachbarn,
die nach oben griff und eine Birne pflückte,
jedes Mal, wenn das Glas der Birne,
die sie an ihr Ohr legte, kalt wurde,
und das Licht entleert war, die wartete
bis sie jede einzelne entleert hatte,
und der Tag wieder Nacht wurde,
hinter den geschlossenen Augen ihres Nachbarn,
weil sie wartete, dass der tiefe Schmerz ging, nicht
schlafen konnte, weil ihre Fingerspitzen brannten.

Übertragen von Ronya Othmann
VERSschmuggel 2019, poesiefestival berlin
Sprachmittlerin: Lilian Maria Pithan

jezik: italijanščina

Paradiso perduto

Quindi la donna che non poteva dormire
per il dolore dentro all’orecchio,
che accese tutte le luci nella casa
finché fuori il bagliore si diffuse abbastanza
da cambiare il tempo nel sogno del vicino,
che si allungò e colse un bulbo di lampada
e che ogni volta il vetro di ognuna
se lo poggiava contro l’orecchio fino a raffreddarlo
e a svuotarne la luce e che attendeva
che ognuna fosse svuotata –
il giorno si mutava in notte
dietro gli occhi chiusi del vicino –
prima che il dolore acuto si calmasse, lei non poteva dormire
prima che le punte delle dita si freddassero.

Traduzione: Nino Muzzi

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Mario Chard

* 24.05.1985, Ogden, UT, Združene države Amerike
živi v: Atlanta, GA, Združene države Amerike

Mario Chard (b. in Northern Utah), son of an Argentinian mother who emigrated to the USA and an American father, interweaves themes of migration with stories around family, Abraham and his son. Chard’s current poetry collection, Land of Fire, includes Spanish and English sounds side-by-side. In 2016 he won the Dorset Prize from Tupelo Press and was acclaimed by the Poets & Writers Magazine as a Notable Debut of 2018. Most recently his poems have appeared in The New Yorker, Poetry and the Boston Review. He has won the Boston Review “Discovery” Poetry Prize and is a former fellow of the Wallace Stegner Fellowship at Stanford University. He teaches in Atlanta, Georgia, where he lives with his wife and sons.