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Bitan esan beharra - Rikardo Arregi Diaz de Heredia
Bitan esan beharra
Bitartean ibillico dira becatutic becatura amilduaz;
oraiñ pensamentu batean, gueroseago itz loyak gozotoro aditzean:
oraiñ escuca, edo queñada batean, guero musu edo laztanetan:
oraiñ ipui ciquiñac contatzen, guero dantzan,
edo dantza ondoan alberdanian.
J.B. Agirre
Lehen argitaraldia ALBERDANIA-poesian: 2012ko abenduan
© 2012, Rikardo Arregi Diaz de Heredia
© Argitaraldi honena: 2012, ALBERDANIA, SL
Istillaga, 2, behea C - 20304 Irun
Tel.: 943 63 28 14
Fax: 943 63 80 55
alberdania@alberdania.net
www.alberdania.net
Azala: Junkal Motxaile
Azaleko irudia: Héctor Orruñoren Plaza Roja xyz,
Arabako artiumen eskuerakutsia. © Gert Voor in’t Holt
ISBN digitala: 978-84-9868-526-8
ISBN papera: 978-84-9868-370-7
Legezko gordailua: SS. 1754/12
V
BITAN ESAN BEHARRA
RIKARDO ARREGI DIAZ DE HEREDIA
ALBERDANIA
poesia
Cemetry gates
A dreaded sunny day
so I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
a dreaded sunny day
so I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
while Wilde is on mine
So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
all those people all those lives
where are they now?
with loves, and hates
and passions just like mine
they were born
and then they lived
and then they died
which it seems so unfair
and I want to cry
You say: ere thrice the sun hath done salutation to the dawn
and you claim these words as your own
but I’m well-read, have heard them said
a hundred times (maybe less, maybe more)
if you must write prose/poems
the words you use should be your own
don’t plagiarise or take on loan
there’s always someone, somewhere
with a big nose, who knows
and who trips you up and laughs when you fall
who’ll trip you up and laugh when you fall
You say: ere long done do does did
words which could only be your own
you then produce the text
from whence was ripped
(some dizzy whore, 1804)
A dreaded sunny day
so let’s go where we’re happy
and I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
a dreaded sunny day
so let’s go where we’re wanted
and I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
but you lose
because Wilde is on mine.
Morrissey-The Smiths
Bizitza = Artea
Il n’y a pas de vrai en matière de moi.
Paul Valéry
Ti non es ti e sábelo.
Antón Lopo
Nada ocurre tal y como ocurre en el poema.
Eli Tolaretxipi
Ekaitzak
Barkamena eskatu nizun otzan
ekaitza hastean. Ezin aitortu
ur bilakatzeko desira hauek,
hutsalak, jakina. Barregarriak.
Antzinako ametsak ametsetan,
ahots leun bat sutondoan agian,
edonon alegiazko jainkoak;
uste zenean dena zela zuri,
dena laino. Urduri entzuten dut
solasaldia, baina lurrikara
ez da, tamalez, garaiz iritsiko.
Ezpainak eta mihiak galdurik,
ez itsaso urdinik, ez ongirik.
Soilik plastikozko kutxatxoetan
begirada amultsua ipini,
oihal hartan, ispilu apurtuan,
norbaiten esperoan den aulkian,
materiaren gogoari deituz.
Euria ari du, ez gara beldur,
maite baikaituzte kale hezeek,
ametsetan ametsak, ezkutuan,
isilik, aske une bakar batez.
Usainak, keinu kontsolagarriak,
argia, urrezko jantziak, kea.
Mendi beti desberdinen ahotsak,
bidexka bakartiak, elorria.
Ekaitza, ekaitza dator azkenik,
soseguz bizi gaitezen, eta hil.
Enbor erorian arratsaldeak
ematen genituen eserita,
eta inor ez zen gutaz oroitzen.
Gustu bitxiegiak genituen
beharbada, inork ezin ulertu
itsasertzeko kanposantuei
izan genien maitasun eroa.
Ekaitza hasi zenean, presaka
joan ginen errota zaharrera,
baina haiek, ez dakit nik zergatik,
galsoroetako mitxoletei
so egitea debekatu