Tag: poet
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Day 11 of the Hyakunin Isshu: Translating Ancient Japanese Poetry: Unraveling the Essence of Samurai Takamura
Explore the captivating verses of Samurai Takamura as we journey through time, delving into the cultural significance and emotional resonance of this ancient Japanese poetry. Join us in uncovering the linguistic interpretation, preserving the essence of Takamura’s verse while bridging cultural conventions to make his literary legacy accessible to modern readers.
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“Soulbound Symphony: Excerpts from the Bohemian Chronicles.” Stories, Poems, and Confessions of Alexander Bacchus
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in Confession, creativewriting, fairytale, fiction, flash fiction, Flash Poem, Flash Poetry, folklore, folkloresque, folklorist, literary fiction, literary nonfiction, memoir, Poem, poet, Poetry, romance, romani, Shakespeare, Story time, storytelling, stream-of-consciousness, the writers life, writingStep into a bohemian monastery in Romania, where destiny led me to uncover the Bacchus Collection—a treasury of poems, essays, and diary entries that immortalize the love of Alexander Bacchus and Shea. Join me as their translator, as we traverse the realms of love, artistry, and the timeless connection between these enigmatic souls. #TranslatorTales #TimelessRomance…
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Day 10 of Translating the Hyakunin Isshu: Wandering, Blind, Waka Mastermind, it’s Semimaru 蝉丸
Explore the captivating poetry of Semimaru in our Japanese Poetry Translation Challenge. Dive into the profound themes of longing, separation, and human emotions as we unravel the beauty of his verses. Join us on this cultural journey and discover the timeless power of Japanese literature. #Semimaru #JapanesePoetry #TranslationChallenge #CulturalExploration
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Violin: A Love Poem to the City of Oranges
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Bohemian nights in Valencia where the gypsies shred violins into the coming dark “Rhythmic swells reverberate trough my lungs. The back streets of Valencia. Back street Europe. Romani enclaves and gypsy parts of town. We’ll sit here in the Plaça de la Virgen with our stiff sangria, smartly bashful in red-faced delerium. For it is Spring…

