Showing posts with label Verses. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Verses. Show all posts

Thursday, March 1, 2012

I WISH TO KISS YOUR MOLE


Hereunder is one of my  poems in iluko language published in KALLAUTANG, poetic of diversity, displacement, and diaspora: ilokanos in  the americas writing which was translated in English and with a critical introduction by Aurelio S. Agcaoili, a writer, a poet, and one of the professors in the University of Hawaii.
Iluko Version:

AGKAK KOMA ‘TA SIDING

Kayatko a pinasen nga agkan                                 1
Ta agpammannimid a siding
Iti ngarab dayta a bibig; siding
A kas tumamtammidaw  nga init
Iti agsapa iti ngatuen ti apagukrad
A petalo ti nalabaga a hibiscus
Ngem napaidam dagiti ramay                               2
Ti rabii ta agtukeng a mangilukat
Iti ridaw ni ridep
A nagsampagaan ti minuyongam
Ngem uray no kasta                                             3
Agur-urayak latta
Iti lukib dagiti nakakidem
A matak, umis-isem a mangkepkepkep
Iti agdadagsen nga arapaap
A sika ken siak
Agpapasto iti duayya dagiti singin a giteb
Ti naginnakkub a barukong iti siled
Ti saan nga agpatingga a tagainep.


English Version of the above iluko poem:
I WISH TO KISS YOUR MOLE


I wish to kiss smoothly                                         1
 Your mole that looks out
On the edge of your lip; mole
That is like a sun taking a peek
In the morning on the newly-
Opened petal of the red hibiscus
But the fingers of the night                                   2
Are selfish for they hesitate
To open the door of sleep
Where the orchard bloomed
With flowers
But despite this                                                   3
I will wait in the eyelid
Of my closed eyes
Smiling while holding tight
My pregnant dream
That you and I shall be satiated
By the lullaby of the entwined throbbing
Of chests in an embrace
In the room of an endless sleep.
 

GODDESS


 
 
Go ahead, talk 
to me.
In front of you, I am 
glued by the enchanting
lyrics of your eyes.
Twin eyes, their color 
changes all the time.
They’re wings of a wild butterfly
in February-flapping extracted
scent on my face; making my heart
to twinkle like how a star
magically pounds in the sky.
Even the flowers in this
rainy Manoa or the mimicking 
black mynahs – they pause 
from dancing hula
as they look at you.
 
But, Deity
these lips sealed
when I am with you.
 
On this patch of
grass, I long
to see  my silhouette
sitting down 
passionately beside 
your lone  shadow
with these strong arms 
around you.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

TOUCH MY HAND


Touch my hand  
and  all 
the stars in my dark 
sky 
will light up…