kabisdak: hubad sa balak ni Mary Oliver: halad sa pagpahulay nga dayon ni Edith Tiempo

8.21.2011

hubad sa balak ni Mary Oliver: halad sa pagpahulay nga dayon ni Edith Tiempo

Pagsubang sa Adlaw

Ikaw mahimong
magpakamatay alang ini—
usa ka hunahuna,
kun ang kalibotan. Mga tawo

nakabuhat sa ingon, pagkamasanagon,
gipasagdan ilang gamay nga lawas nga mahigot

diha sa tugsok,
gamugna
og dili hikalimtang
kapungot sa kahayag. Apan

karong buntaga,
gatungas sa naandang mga bungtod
sa naandang panapton sa kaadlawon, nakahunahuna ko

sa Tsina
ug India
ug Europa, ug nakahunahuna ko
giunsa sa adlaw

pagdilaab
alang sa tanan sa tumang
kasadya
samtang kini gapataas

ilawom sa mga pilok
sa akong kaugalingong mga mata, ug nakahunahuna ko
ako hastang daghana!
Unsa ang akong ngalan?

Unsa ang ngalan
sa lawom nga ginhawaa nga akoang dalhon
balik-balik
alang natong tanan? Tawga ni

bisan unsa’y buot nimo, kini mao
ang kalipay, kini mao ang lain sab
sa mga paagi sa pagsulod sa sunog.

-- MICHAEL U. OBENIETA
Topeka, Kansas, USA

1 comment:

M said...: tua na ang leyenda
institusyon sa literatura
matag ting-init
sa edilbertong awit
sa nagdunghayng buhok ni rowena

makapahinuklog nga paghubad

-mananambalak; August 23, 2011 at 6:59 AM

hagit sa handurawan

"Reimmersion (in native culture) is not an end in itself; it is to define more clearly the native grounds on which the Cebuano poet stands, the local parameters of language and experience, toward the end that he can stand in the world confident in the singular value of his own voice...

To conserve and extend the resources to which the Cebuano poet is heir by enhancing the natural rhythms of native speech, cultivating the rich concreteness of dialect, and confronting the particulars of his social experience...

The Cebuano poet today does not come upon a language that is already there, ready to use; he has to recreate it not only out of the rawness of daily speech but summon out of language that which has already fallen away from common consciousness and use."

-- Dr. Resil Mojares,
"Cebuano Poetry: Looking Backward, Forward."

matod nila, mando nato

"What could I say at all without my roots?... What could I say without coming to ground?... and I took no journey other than the return."
-- Pablo Neruda

"And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time."
-- T.S. Eliot

"The work of language deserves our greatest care, for the tongue’s fire may devour the world, or may light the way."
-- Scott Russell Sanders

"Memory that yearns to join the centre, a limb remembering the body from which it has been severed, like those bamboo thighs of the god… The personal vocabulary, the individual melody whose metre is one's biography, joins in that sound, with any luck, and the body moves like a walking, a waking island."
-- Derek Walcott

"We ascend, from the infinite pit of our perceptions, to the finite life of words."
-- William Bronk

salo-salmot

Ari mo! Ambi, atong tilawan ang imong tampo. Palihog ipadala lang ang tinagik nga balak ug sugilanon ngadto sa geemyko@gmail.com.

Kinahanglang bag-o pang haon ang mugna nga imong buot idalit. Ang tigpasiugda ug tigdumala (moderator) niining balayan gapanilap sa katungod nga mopili ug modumili sa tampo. Tugotan pod unta siya og higayon nga mosugyot pagdugang og asin kon matab-angan usahay, pasabwan kun paughan gamay imong hinukad. Mao'y tumong ining balayan ang mamugnaong paghalingay ug pagsaw-anay sa atong gidalit. Kon gibalibaran, palihog ayaw og tyabaw. Ayaw tawon pamaak. Lagmit wala lang mobukal ang lana sa tigdumala kabahin sa timailhan sa tinuod nga wakwak.

sa makausa pa

"Reimmersion (in native culture) is not an end in itself; it is to define more clearly the native grounds on which the Cebuano poet stands, the local parameters of language and experience, toward the end that he can stand in the world confident in the singular value of his own voice...

To conserve and extend the resources to which the Cebuano poet is heir by enhancing the natural rhythms of native speech, cultivating the rich concreteness of dialect, and confronting the particulars of his social experience...

The Cebuano poet today does not come upon a language that is already there, ready to use; he has to recreate it not only out of the rawness of daily speech but summon out of language that which has already fallen away from common consciousness and use."
-- Dr. Resil Mojares,
"Cebuano Poetry: Looking Backward, Forward."