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elisheba
Member Since Jun 15, 2007
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Je me souviens avoir été conviée à une « partie » comme disent les Anglais
Cela se passait sous la voûte étoilée
La salle n’avait pas de plafond, le sol était carrelé comme un damier
Les murs étaient incrustés de gemmes, le vin, délicieux
C’était un soir d’été
Nous étions deux, non, trois
Le Roi-Bouc nous observait
C’était Sa Demeure et Son Idée
Un échiquier à taille réelle nous attendait
Je n’avais pas prévu de jouer avec ce charmant jeune homme, costumé en noir et petite chemise blanche
Sous le haut de forme, un sourire enjôleur et carnassier
Je portais une robe de soie rouge, mes cheveux noirs étaient relevés
Le Roi-Bouc nous présenta:
« Regardez quelle belle paire vous faites donc… je vous ai très bien assorti, je suis fier de moi. Vous avez l’un et l’autre la beauté du Diable, la sagesse du Dragon ainsi que la ruse du Singe. Vous êtes tellement beaux, le Monde en tomberait à vos pieds. Je vous en prie, mettez-vous en place, la partie va commencer… »
Mon adversaire m’intriguait
Il me susurra quelque chose à l’oreille, darda sa langue à l’intérieur par deux fois puis partit de l’autre côté de l’échiquier
Mon adversaire bandait
Je crois bien qu’il avait hâte de jouer
Voulait-il ma peau, ou bien mon âme, peut-être même les deux , qui sait?
La partie commença en même temps que la pluie
Nous étions trempés
Le Roi-Bouc se marrait
Mon adversaire se rapprochait
Pion contre pion, il continuait à bander
Je lui prit son fou, il me prit un cavalier
Je trébuchais sur l’échiquier qui était devenu gluant
Je ne savais pas ou plutôt ne voulait plus jouer
Je ne sais plus ce qui s’est passé exactement mais je suis tombée
Mon sang a tâché l’échiquier
Ma vision s’est brouillée
J’ai vu mon adversaire me tendre la main tandis que je saignais
Je me suis mise à pleurer
Avais-je perdu, avais-je gagné?
Je ne me souviens pas, je ne me souviens plus
Le Roi-Bouc me regarda avec compassion et sagacité
Echec et mat
Ou bien pat?
Je préfère oublier…


Elisabeth Pillière De Tanouarn


The English version:

I remember being invited to a "party" as the English say
This happened under the starry sky
The room had no ceiling, the floor was tiled like a checkerboard
The walls were encrusted with gems, wine, delicious
It was a summer evening
We were two, no, three
The Goat-King was watching
It was His House and His Idea
A life-size chessboard waiting
I had not planned to play with this charming young man, dressed in black and a white little shirt
Under the top hat, his flirtatious and carnivorous smile
I wore a red silk dress, my black hair was in a bun
The Goat-King introduced us:
"Look at how beautiful you are ... you match so well, I'm proud of myself. You both have the Devil's beauty, the Dragon's wisdom and the Monkey's cunning.You are so stunning the world could fall at your feet. Please, now come and place yourself, the game shall start ... "
My opponent intrigued me
He whispered something in my ear, darted his tong inside twice and then went to the other side of the chessboard
My opponent was getting it up
I think he was eager to play
Did he want my skin or my soul, perhaps even both of them, who knows?
The game began as rain started pouring
We were soaked
The Goat-King was laughing
My opponent was approaching
Pawn against pawn, he continued to get it up
I took him his fool, he took me my jumper
I stumbled on the board that had become sticky
I did not know or rather did not want to play no more
I do not know what exactly happened but I fell
My blood stained the chessboard
My vision was blurred
I saw my opponent reach me while I was bleeding
I started to cry
Had I lost, had I won?
I do not remember, I can not remember
The Goat-King looked at me with compassion and wisdom
Checkmate
Or stalemate?
I prefer to forget ...

Elisabeth Pillière De Tanouarn
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Jun 9, 2012 2:05:31 pm
@bipolar2: thank you so much for your instant fav and translation...

here is another translation I've just made:

I remember being invited to a "party" as the English say
This happened under the starry sky
The room had no ceiling, the floor was tiled like a checkerboard
The walls were encrusted with gems, wine, delicious
It was a summer evening
We were two, no, three
The Goat-King was watching
It was His House and His Idea
A life-size chessboard waiting
I had not planned to play with this charming young man, dressed in black and a white little shirt
Under the top hat, his flirtatious and carnivorous smile
I wore a red silk dress, my black hair was in a bun
The Goat-King introduced us:
"Look at how beautiful you are ... you match so well, I'm proud of myself. You both have the Devil's beauty, the Dragon's wisdom and the Monkey's cunning.You are so stunning the world could fall at your feet. Please, now come and place yourself, the game shall start ... "
My opponent intrigued me
He whispered something in my ear, darted his tong inside twice and then went to the other side of the chessboard
My opponent was getting it up
I think he was eager to play
Did he want my skin or my soul, perhaps even both of them, who knows?
The game began as rain started pouring
We were soaked
The Goat-King was laughing
My opponent was approaching
Pawn against pawn, he continued to get it up
I took him his fool, he took me my jumper
I stumbled on the board that had become sticky
I did not know or rather did not want to play no more
I do not know what exactly happened but I fell
My blood stained the chessboard
My vision was blurred
I saw my opponent reach me while I was bleeding
I started to cry
Had I lost, had I won?
I do not remember, I can not remember
The Goat-King looked at me with compassion and wisdom
Checkmate
Or pat?
I prefer to forget ...

by elisheba Homepage »

Jun 9, 2012 2:35:40 pm
Après avoir lu votre poème Elisabeth :))) mon grand désir ce soir,si je pouvais le faire ... (je ne peux pas), il serait, de *Jouer*
Merci beaucoup pour votre poème et toutes ses significations :) et principalement, de votre présence ici!

by anaber Homepage »

Jun 9, 2012 3:16:19 pm
Translation one million time's better than the WWW.
Beautiful in any language.

by BIPOLARTWO Homepage »

Jun 11, 2012 2:08:59 pm
Excellent!!!

by lyron Homepage »

Jun 11, 2012 2:14:03 pm
What a gorgeous piece of writing! I can only understand the English translation of course, but it's just beautiful.

by auntietk Online Now!   Homepage »

Jul 1, 2012 6:38:59 pm
Excellent work. Kudos to the artist.

by Epeaches Homepage »

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