Leaves Literary Journal
Contributors
Patrick Emanuelle
Ross Enrique
Mark Whitmore
Andrew Stinylus
Styulou Enderich
Francais Nichols
David Simpson
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Patrick Emanuelle
A Translation
THETIS ORDERING THE NEREIDS TO DESCEND
INTO THE SEA. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
552
JUNO COMMANDING THE SUN TO SET. . . . . . . .
556
TRIPOD. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
561
THETIS AND EURYNOME RECEIVING THE INFANT
VULCAN. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
562
VULCAN AND CHARIS RECEIVING THETIS. . . . . .
564
THETIS BRINGING THE ARMOUR TO ACHILLES. . .
577
HERCULES. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
592
THE GODS DESCENDING TO BATTLE. . . . . . . . .
597
CENTAUR. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
614
ACHILLES CONTENDING WITH THE RIVERS. . . . .
628
THE BATH. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
662
ANDROMACHE FAINTING ON THE WALL. . . . . . .
663
THE FUNERAL PILE OF PATROCLUS. . . . . . . . . .
677
CERES. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
705
HECTOR'S BODY AT THE CAR OF ACHILLES. . . . .
709
THE JUDGMENT OF PARIS. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
710
IRIS ADVISES PRIAM TO OBTAIN THE BODY OF
HECTOR. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
715
FUNERAL OF HECTOR. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
744
Ross Enrique
A newness
Standing in the domain.
I will never faulter
But when I am here
there will come a new need,
to let go of the wetness
that hides in shards of glass
but come now
we must not faulter
Hearing
What comes
Will be enough,
To shelter
The sound that is the spring
I will be here
for you
and all our children
Standing in the domain.
I will never faulter
But when I am here
there will come a new need,
to let go of the wetness
that hides in shards of glass
but come now
we must not faulter
Hearing
What comes
Will be enough,
To shelter
The sound that is the spring
I will be here
for you
and all our children
Mark Whitmore
Style
We’ve all acquired some education
A bit of this a bit of that,
God be thanked, some imitation,
And we can all display éclat,
Onegin, he was deemed by many
(Critics stern, acute as any)
As well-read, but opinionated,
For conversation’s art created.
He had the gift of easy chatter,
Touching lightly on each theme,
Then like a very sage could seem
When talk was of some graver matter,
Yet make the ladies smile, un-clam
With some ready epigram.
Andrew Stinylus
The Temptation
Why are we here?
Because
Why do we need stimulation?
And why?
Only because
There is nothing left
And nothing left to bend
So true.
Regression
Why did Freud regress?
only because
When there was something more
he didn't take it.
Green
A night
That is neither cold
Nor hot
It is in the extremes they say
Well
Extreme
All that has come to pass
And all
That will come to pass.
Why are we here?
Because
Why do we need stimulation?
And why?
Only because
There is nothing left
And nothing left to bend
So true.
Regression
Why did Freud regress?
only because
When there was something more
he didn't take it.
Green
A night
That is neither cold
Nor hot
It is in the extremes they say
Well
Extreme
All that has come to pass
And all
That will come to pass.
Styulou Enderich
Silence is a wish that never can be granted
A well that seeps the dew of the stars
a noise that makes me hold you close
when lamplight reveals the mist as a ghost
a quarter moon will disappear into the darkness
and that which holds the sea from the sky
will believe once again
in what the laughter of the dawn has always known
(that silence is a wish that never can be granted).
A well that seeps the dew of the stars
a noise that makes me hold you close
when lamplight reveals the mist as a ghost
a quarter moon will disappear into the darkness
and that which holds the sea from the sky
will believe once again
in what the laughter of the dawn has always known
(that silence is a wish that never can be granted).
Francais Nichols
La Boucle Retrouvee
Il retrouve dans sa memoire
La boucle de cheveux chatains
T'en souvient-il a n'y point croire
De nos deux etranges destins
Du boulevard de la Chapelle
Du joli Montmartre et d'Auteuil
Je me souviens murmure-t-elle
Du jour ou j'ai franchi ton seuil
Il y tomba comme un automne
La boucle de mon souvenir
Et notre destin qui t'etonne
Se joint au jour qui va finir
The Farewell
I picked this fragile sprig of heather
Autumn has died long since remember
Never again shall we see one another
Odor of time sprig of heather
Remember I await our life together
Il retrouve dans sa memoire
La boucle de cheveux chatains
T'en souvient-il a n'y point croire
De nos deux etranges destins
Du boulevard de la Chapelle
Du joli Montmartre et d'Auteuil
Je me souviens murmure-t-elle
Du jour ou j'ai franchi ton seuil
Il y tomba comme un automne
La boucle de mon souvenir
Et notre destin qui t'etonne
Se joint au jour qui va finir
The Farewell
I picked this fragile sprig of heather
Autumn has died long since remember
Never again shall we see one another
Odor of time sprig of heather
Remember I await our life together
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