𝒮𝑜 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓝𝓲𝓻𝓳𝓱𝓸𝓻 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓁𝓁 ?!

The Child With A Made Up Life:But No Secrets
Translating Peter Handke's masterpiece
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When the child was a child
It walked with its arms swinging,
and legs with a bittersweet feeling
that the world might fall down.
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When the child was a child
it wanted so many things be filled
didn't feel the grim gravity but still
wanted the brook to be a river,
the river to be a torrent,
and this puddle to be the sea.
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When the child was a child,
it didn’t know that it was a child,
everything was soulful,
and all souls were one.
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When the child was a child,
it had no opinion about anything,
had no habits - what a thing..
It often sat cross-legged,
took off running,
had a cowlick in its hair,
and made no faces when photographed.
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When the child was a child,
things started changing colours.
It was the time for these questions:
Why am I me, and why not you?
Why am I here, and why not there?
When did time begin, and where does space end?
Is life under the sun not just a dream?
Is what I see and hear and smell
not just an illusion of a world before the world?
Given the facts of evil and people—
does evil really exist?
How can it be that I, who I am,
didn’t exist before I came to be,
and that, someday, I, who I am,
will no longer be who I am or want to be?
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When the child was a child,
It choked on spinach, on peas, on rice pudding,
and on steamed cauliflower,
and eats all of those now,
too many carbs but the weight still decline.
Feeds on what his mom makes for him with love
and not just because it has to.
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When the child was a child,
it awoke once in a strange bed,
and now does so again and again.
Many people, then, seemed beautiful,
and now only a few do, by sheer luck.It had visualized a clear image of Paradise,
and now can at most guess,
could not conceive of nothingness,
and shudders today at the thought.
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When the child was a child,
It played with enthusiasm,
and kept no secrets
but slew the games of shame nuns
and, now, has just as much
few a drop of excitement as then,
but only when it concerns its work.
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When the child was a child,
It was enough for it to eat an apple, … bread,
And so it is even now.
It imagines being in another form of life
as another likelihood of a new character.
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When the child was a child,
Thinks of himself as the protagonist.
Does it matter if it is none …
Berries filled its hand as only berries do,
and do even now,
Fresh walnuts made its tongue raw,
and do even now,
it had, on every mountaintop,
the longing for a higher mountain yet,
and in every city,
the longing for an even greater city,
and that is still so,
It reached for cherries in topmost branches of trees
with an elation it still has today,
has a shyness in front of strangers,
and has that even now.
It awaited the first snow,
And waits that way even now.
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When the child was a child,
It threw a stick like a lance against a tree,
And it quivers there still today.
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When the child was a child,
it sang the Song of Childhood from his favourites.
Had no clue of what it was up to
but up to something that it had
never thought before, but thought lately
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When the child was a child
it wasn't just a child with no radar
it was a child filled with memories.
A child with no secrets, no cigarettes,
some love in his pockets
and plays a few unreal grimoires.
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Homo sapiens is the scientific lingua franca for us human beings. Let's say if some superior alien species were to study about us on their biology book they probably would use those words. Now 'Sapiens' is a Latin word, which means 'the one who knows', and 'Homo' a Latin word too adopted primarily from 'Homos' a Greek word referring 'sameness'.
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Sapiens el ConceptoDizain-stanza poetry (by Nirjhor).
Animals we are
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere we go,
Contended with no-things.
Pretentious fool beings,
Walk we too far
Few do we really know
Heavenly heavy bosom's scar
When do we thrive?
Any place we tend to go...
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Living as beings,
Mysterious we things
Want ornaments and rings.
Where relativity clings
Are we apes with dreams?
Diversity bursts; loud chings!
Eyes preach beauty; colour-drop sings
Lies lie with us fair, here in between.
Needy shady shelter lings
Belly wan's Banana whey creams.
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Dimensions far beyond
Infinitive horizons and so on
No influences we seek,
Ligature way too weak!
Why is it expanding, why are we?
Minimal thoughts become bleak, where are we?
Who made us protagonists, left us with no clew!
Science shunts growling, a child he is new
Philosophy ended its glow, old he has become
Has the answer somewhere, but hides. As wreck, it has few.
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Want to fly in Blue,
Need to find some clue.
We ourselves left the feelings rising;
But are we, now even surviving?
At the end of the very shining day
We need someone else to stay and pray.
We are vulnerable; weak creatures, all along
Singing always the same goddam old song
Always needs be winning or if lost, then gone.
But no-one will win today, truth dies forgone...
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I say, There's always a better tomorrow,
Why we show White-Flag to the past?
Memories that wouldn't last.
Why present is full of sorrow' you ask;
We're all running to the opposite side.
Never thought of where we stand is a grand
And the Land of Happiness, for us is banned?
No, not at all I shout!
Life isn't a misery, no doubt; it's a mystery-
Pages of history may have said that out loud!
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So many people are in love
And not together, don't you see?
And so many people are
Not in love but together; so are we?
Sometimes we have to make choices,
The good ones, that make us better.
Sometimes, we gotta forget all our fears.
Sometimes, you gotta ignore desires
And listen to your tears with those mind's ears.
Do you hear that voice coming from above?
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My biggest mistake wasn't falling...
Nor, putting my life at stake.
Today's fate of mine, isn't your changing faces
In my heart they live, it's your brewing traces!
Holding ego, reluctant feelings-
How were you with such of those bearings?
My biggest mistake wasn't
Falling in love with you
It was thinking that
You had fallen for me too!
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We poor animals
Wear our hearts on our sleeves
Poor emotions, judgemental thoughts and lots
Makes us the weakest thieves!
Shakespeare said, we should LIE LOW
And be happy when someone leaves.
Taking pages of his chapters,
Being a Night-Owl or are we all Green-Eyed Monsters?
A charmed life, As Dead As A Doornail...
Ain't a fun-game anymore, no retrieve point when fail!
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What are we calling achievements?
Is it worth fighting for?
Where is the beginning?
Are there no ending points?
Why are you still within me!
Fading picture of yours makes sunlight sore.
Who are playing these dramas?
Are they laughing at us or yet they crying?
Why are we calling ourselves supreme reigners' here?
Is it worth dying for?
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Bleeding Hearted beings we are;
No shame!
Insignificant among this vastness.
But still, false emotions rule, hence
No one to blame?
Two galaxies in our eye-balls,
Gifted we really are.
But why is our race thriving all alone?
What's the Definition! Where's our destination?
How long? How far! Are we living? Or, we gone..?
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