A Haiku Pas De Deux
Octavio Paz (1914-1998)
What a collaboration. What a great pas de deux. First, we have a poem, actually a series of Haiku, by Nobel Laureate Octavio Paz, fashioned after the 17th Century master, Basho. Paz’s poem:
What a wonderful poem, and one that is girded with the 17-syllable rule. Making Haiku in English is a challenge, but in Spanish it’s harder because words have so many more syllables than in English, because of endings. But that’s not all. Here’s the collaborative part, a translation of the poem into English that faithfully retains both the 17-syllable structure and the meaning. Translation by Eliot Weinberger:
When I find something this stunning, I feel compelled to post it. Please enjoy it thoroughly.
What a collaboration. What a great pas de deux. First, we have a poem, actually a series of Haiku, by Nobel Laureate Octavio Paz, fashioned after the 17th Century master, Basho. Paz’s poem:
Basho An
El mundo cabe
en diecisiete silabas:
tu en esta choza.
Troncos y paja:
por las rendijas entran
Budas e insectos.
Hecho de aire
entre pinos y rocas
brota el poema.
Entretejidas
vocales, consonantes:
casa del mundo.
Huesos de siglos,
penas ya penas montes:
aqui no pesan.
Esto que digo
son apenas tres lineas:
choza de silabas.
What a wonderful poem, and one that is girded with the 17-syllable rule. Making Haiku in English is a challenge, but in Spanish it’s harder because words have so many more syllables than in English, because of endings. But that’s not all. Here’s the collaborative part, a translation of the poem into English that faithfully retains both the 17-syllable structure and the meaning. Translation by Eliot Weinberger:
Basho An
The whole world fits in-
to seventeen syllables,
and you in this hut.
Straw thatch and tree trunks:
they come in through the crannies:
Buddhas and insects.
Made out of thin air,
between the pines and the rocks
the poem sprouts up.
An interweaving
of vowels and consonants:
the house of the world.
Centuries of bones,
mountains: sorrow turned into stone:
here they are weightless.
What I am saying
barely fills up the three lines:
hut of syllables.
When I find something this stunning, I feel compelled to post it. Please enjoy it thoroughly.
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