Deborah Leipziger
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Deborah Leipziger (Brasil) é poetisa, autora e consultora de sustentabilidade. Ela atualmente reside em Boston, Estados Unidos. É autora da coleção de poemas Flower Map, publicada pela Finishing Line Press (2013). quatro de seus poemas foram indicados ao prêmio Pushcart. Seus poemas foram publicados no Reino Unido, Estados Unidos, Israel, Canadá e Holanda, e em revistas e jornais como Salamander, Lily Poetry Review e POESY. Ela é co-fundadora da Soul-Lit, uma revista online de poesia. E autor de vários livros sobre sustentabilidade e direitos humanos, alguns dos quais traduzidos para chinês, coreano e português. Ela está trabalhando em um projeto sobre “a linguagem da sustentabilidade”, onde combina seu amor pela linguagem e pela natureza.
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Deborah Leipziger (Brasil) es poeta, autora y asesora en Sostenibilidad. En la actualidad, reside en Boston, Estados Unidos. Es autora del poemario Flower Map, publicado por Finishing Line Press (2013). Cuatro de sus poemas han sido nominados al premio Pushcart. Sus poemas se han publicado en el Reino Unido, Estados Unidos, Israel, Canadá y los Países Bajos, y en revistas y periódicos como Salamander, Lily Poetry Review y POESY. Es cofundadora de Soul-Lit, una revista virtual de poesía. Y autora de varios libros sobre sostenibilidad y derechos humanos, algunos de los cuales han sido traducidos al chino, coreano y portugués. Está trabajando en un proyecto sobre “el lenguaje de la sostenibilidad”, donde combina su amor por el lenguaje y la naturaleza.
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Deborah Leipziger (Brazil) is a poet, author and consultant on Sustainability. He currently resides in Boston, United States. She is the author of the Flower Map collection of poems, published by Finishing Line Press (2013). Four of her poems have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. Her poems have been published in the UK, USA, Israel, Canada and the Netherlands, and in magazines and newspapers such as Salamander, Lily Poetry Review and POESY. She is co-founder of Soul-Lit, an online poetry magazine. And author of several books on sustainability and human rights, some of which have been translated into Chinese, Korean and Portuguese. He is working on a project about “the language of sustainability”, where she combines her love for language and nature.
Book on Amazon:Story and Bones
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Deborah Leipziger escreveu seus poemas em inglês/ Deborah Leipziger escribió sus poemas en inglés/Deborah Leipziger wrote her poems in English
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Poetry/Poesia/Poesía
Al português
Lobo For Paulo Paulino Guajajara, known as “Lobo”, who was a “Guardian of the Amazon”, killed by illegal loggers I guard the forest its canopy of reflected stars the morpho butterflies the blue moons bromeliads the fish the roots of trees drinking in the river I guard the forest the children of the tribe I guard the canopy with its toucans parakeets emerald I guard the forest floor with its snakes I guard the mating jaguars I knew they would kill me. I could not have imagined that it would be a shot to the face that my body would be left in the forest Now You guard the forest its canopy of reflected stars the morpho butterflies the blue moons bromeliads the fish the roots of trees drinking in the river You guard the forest the children of the tribe You guard the canopy with its toucans parakeets emerald You guard the forest floor with its snakes You guard the mating jaguars ____________________________________ Lobo Escrito em homenagem à Paulo Paulinho Guajajara, que era um “Guardião da Amazônia”, morto por madeireiros ilegais Sou sentinela da floresta da sua copa de estrelas espelhadas suas borboletas, das luas azuis dos piriquitos, das bromélias, dos peixes das raízes das árvores bebendo do rio. Sou sentinela da selva das crianças gujajara. Protejo a copa da floresta, os tucanos, os beija flores. Protejo a mata, suas cobras. Sou guarda dos jaguares se juntando. Sempre soube que iriam me matar, porém nunca imaginaria que iriam me balear no rosto, que deixariam o meu corpo na selva. Agora você serà a sentinela da selva sua copa de estrelas espelhadas suas borboletas, das luas azuis dos piriquitos, das bromelias, dos peixes das raízes das árvores bebendo do rio. Sou sentinela da selva das crianças guajajara. Protejo a copa da floresta, os tucanos, os beija flores. Protejo a mata, suas cobras. Sou guarda dos jaguares se juntando. Tradução de Deborah Leipziger _______________________________
The Green Ravine In the ravaged city the Green Ravine cools you after the heat island. The dragonflies intertwine their bodies in the shape of infinity. You hear the heat lift the cenzontle birds. You sense the lizards. You feel the water lifted into air. This is where water is born.
Inspired by a virtual field trip with Lucrecia Masaya, of the Green Ravine in Guatemala City at the Nature of Cities Conference, 2021, during the COVID-19 pandemic.
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A ravina verde Na cidade devastada a ravina verde te refresca depois da ilha de calor As libélulas se entrelaçam criando o símbolo do infinito. Escuto o calor levantando os pássaros centzotles Você sente a presença das lagartas. Você sente a água levantando no ar. É aqui que a água nasce.
Inspirado por uma viagem de campo virtual com Lucrecia Masaya, do Green Ravine na Cidade da Guatemala na Nature of Cities Conference, 2021, durante a pandemia de COVID-19.
Tradução de Deborah Leipziger
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Al español:
Written on Skin
In cursive and script your kiss
is indelibly written on skin.
Even now, the cut from your birth
echoing the rain is written on skin.
The numbers from a time of horror
are held written on skin.
Just as the rings record the age of the tree
my ages and phases are written on skin.
The wood from the forest for the violin
its music etched in wood, written on skin.
The umbilical cord coiled around my neck
is still there, pulsating purple, written on skin.
The parchment of history of storied sacrifice
is written on hides, written on skin.
In ink and dust, blood and bruise
my history is written on skin.
The newspaper stories of massacre
collapse and famine are written on skin.
Gems with facets etched by stone
hidden in garments, written on skin.
Your touch on my earlobe, fingerprints on my face
words and deeds unbidden, written on skin.
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Escrito en la piel
En letra cursiva y guion tu beso
está escrito indeleble en la piel
incluso ahora, el corte de su nacimiento
que hace eco de la lluvia está escrito en la piel
Los números de una época de horror
se llevan escritos en la piel
Así como los anillos registran la edad del árbol
mis edades y fases están escritas en la piel
La madera del bosque para el violín
su eco grabada en la madera, escrito en la piel
El cordón umbilical enrolladlo alrededor de mi cuello
sigue ahí, pulsante de color púrpura, escrito en la piel
El pergamino de la historia del sacrificio histórico
está escrito en pieles, escrito en la piel
En tinta y polvo, sangre y magulladura
mi historia está escrita en la piel
Las noticas sobre masacres
el colapso y el hambre están escritos en la piel
Gemas con facetas grabadas por piedra
escondidas en prendas, grabadas en la piel
Tu caricia en mi lóbulo de la oreja, huellas dactilares en mi rostro
las palabras y acciones espontáneas, escritas en la piel
Translated by María Del Castillo Sucerquia
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Sugaring
After Safia Elhillo
i was made of almonds and sugar
of giving and receiving
of coast lines dug deep with departure
and arrival, of boats and boundaries seeking refuge
for my Nonna, all desserts began
with grating almonds and sugar recreating home
with latticework in marizipan
i was born under dictatorship under the light
of the southern cross
tasting of sugar dissolving into coconut and clove tangled
in the umbilical cord
my mother told me no one
would ever love me
like she did. now I know
she was right and wrong
my daughters born of gingerbread
under a coup d’ivorce
hold the light, the dark
of my countries
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Azucarada
Después de Safia Elhillo
Yo estaba hecha de almendras y azúcar
de dar y recibir
de literales excavadas hondas con partida
y llegada de barcos y fronteras en busca de refugio
para mi Nonna, todos los postres ⠀⠀empezaban
con ralladura de almendras y azúcar ⠀⠀ recreando el hogar
con celosías en el mazapán
nací bajo la dictadura bajo la luz
de la cruz del sur
saboreando el azúcar que se disuelve en el coco y el clavo de enredado
en el cordón umbilical
mi madre dijo que nadie
me amaría
como ella lo hizo ahora yo
sé que tenía razón y no
mis hijas nacieron de pan de jengibre
bajo el coup d’ivorce
sostienen la luz, la oscuridad
de mis países
Translation by María Del Castillo Sucerquia
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You as a forest
I listen to the shelter of you the sweeping canopy cradling the day and night of me t he moon rising in your branches the stars falling into the sweep of your hair. I see the feet of your forest the fingers, the limbs the concave and convex of you, the light that falls around us. I smell your maple, fern, ivy. The light serpentine falling through the rings of redwoods __________________________________________
Tú, un bosque
Escucho el refugio de ti
el amplio toldo que acuna el día
y la noche de mí
la luna asomándose en tus ramas
las estrellas cayendo
en la silueta de tu pelo
veo los pies de tu bosque
los dedos, los muslos
lo cóncavo y convexo de ti
huelo tu aroma de arce
helecho, hiedra
la luz serpentina cayendo
entre los anillos de la roja se secuoya
Translated by María Del Castillo Sucerquia
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Honeycomb I fell asleep inside the honeycomb the bees called to me humming, thrumming I fell asleep inside the honeycomb the hive alive the singing, the stinging all night the bees taught me the language of pollen, the scent of stamen the ringing, the brimming And the sun rose inside the honeycomb and I awoke inside the honeycomb the dripping, the sipping I awoke inside the honeycomb with the stunning, the becoming ________________________________________________
Panal
Me dormí dentro del panal
me llamaron las abejas, tarareando, tamborileando
Me dormí dentro del panal
la colmena viva el canto, el picor
toda la noche las abejas me enseñaron el idioma del polen
el olor del estambre
el zumbido, el rebosante
el sol se levantó dentro del panal
y me desperté dentro del panal el goteo, los sorbos
me desperté dentro del panal con el asombro, el definir
Translated by María Del Castillo Sucerquia
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The Creation of Turquoise
it didn’t happen all at once
the elders would say later
then again, it seldom does
every creation is intentional
even destruction can take its time,
rather it was the inexorable
chipping away of the sky
one kernel at a time
small fragments of
rupture, rapture
and when the sky touched the earth
the impact created
veins in the stone
so each turquoise would tell a story
of sky and earth, colliding
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La creación de la turquesa
no sucedió
dirían los ancianos más tarde
por otra parte, rara vez sucede
toda creación es intencional
incluso la destrucción requiere de tiempo
más bien, fue le inexorable
astillamiento del cielo
un grano a la vez
pequeños fragmentos de ruptura, éxtasis
la caricia del cielo a la tierra
ahora, la turquesa
cuenta la historia del cielo y la tierra, aquel impacto
Translated by María Del Castillo Sucerquia
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Blue Fugue
When you were born, the Room turned Blue.
I became Blue cold veins frozen.
The Blue became a Room.
Both of you Blue whisked Away
I, cut open.
When you were born, the Room turned Blue.
In a Blue gown,
My mouth, unable to form ice words.
The Blue became a Room.
When I was born, I was Blue.
The womb was Blue, the Blue cord around my neck.
When you were born, the Room turned Blue.
Alone, waiting, warming,
Until they brought you back.
The Blue sky becomes a Room.
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La fuga azul
cuando naciste
se tornó Azul la habitación
mis venas se tomaron Azul y álgidas
el Azul se volvió una Habitación
los dos Azules se alejaron pronto
yo, un corte abierto
cuando naciste
se tornó Azul la Habitación
con una bata Azul
mi boca es incapaz de formar
palabras de hielo
el Azul se volvió una Habitación
cuando nací, era Azul
el útero, Azul
un cordón Azul rodeando mi nuca
cuando naciste se tornó Azul la Habitación
sola
esperaba
calentarme
te trajeron de suelto
el Cielo Azul se tornó
el Cielo Azul de Vuelta
Translated by María Del Castillo Sucerquia
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