JOHANNA SCHOUTEN-ELSENHOUT (1910 – 1992)

          

     MI PRAKSERI                                   MY THOUGHT
 
     Mi prakseri sdon                             My thought is
     ini wan er' tra ten                          in quite a different time frame
     lek' a winti d' e way now                just like the wind that's now blowing 
     gi mi brok'ede                                is causing me problems

     m' e luku                                        I watch
     fa tranga winti                               how strong wind
     e sek' den bigi taki                         moves the large boughs
     trowe den youngu froktu                dropping the unripe fruits
     a tap mi owru dronpu                     on my old stoop    

     mi prakseri                                     My thought goes
     e sungu go                                      down
     n' a grebi f' bakaten                        the grave of afterthought
     di sa sor' en fesi                              that shall show its face


                                                    *

  

   BATO                                                                       BOAT OF LIFE

   Bato f' libi                                                                Boat of life
   sondro marki                                                            without code number
   a mindri grontapu maka                                            amid the world's vagaries
   luk' fa y' op' ede e brenki mindri den bromki              see how your bow is raised
   pe asege e sing' a moro hey sten                               shining among the flowers 
                                                               where crickets are singing the highest tune


   Bato f' libi                                                                  Boat of life
   nanga yu bradi seyri                                                   with your broad sails
   d' e kot' pangi mindri a son                                   displaying your plaids in the sun
   ondro wan busgasi f' sorgu                                    under an undergrowth of worries,
   d' e nak' dawra wik' sribi yorka               that beat the gongs to waken sleeping ghosts
   luk' fa kwasibita e wroko lek' prugasi               See how kwasibita works like purgative
   a mindri wan brudu swanpu                                   in a swamp of blood
   pe asema or' fayatiki e frey lek' edeman           where the vampire with torch in hand
                                                                               flies as the leader.

    Bato f' libi                                                                 Boat of life
    di kaka borsu lek' wan gansi                             sails with chest bulging like a gander
    e dukrun swen mindri brantimaka         that dives to swim under the spiny water plants
    a mindri wan se fu frenti nanga feyanti                      in a sea of amity and enmity
    pe mekunu e nyan sapa a ondrosey                    where trust ends up being the victim
    Wan dey e kon                                                          However,
    fu skin dongo nanga son a berpe sabana                     a day will come
    pe a ten sa tanapu skrifi                                            for the body to set with the sun
    a tap' wan por' udu mindri den yarfrey:                      in the savanna resting place
    "Dyaso a bato f' libi didon".                                where time will stand up and write
                                                                 on a piece of rotten wood among the termites:
                                                                                   "Here lies the boat of life."                  
  

 

                  Poems from 'Awese' copyright © by Johanna Schouten-Elsenhout Estate, Paramaribo, 1965
                        Copyright this English translation 'Awese: Light in This Everlasting Dark Moon' © by

                              D. France Olivieira, Paramaribo, Suriname, 2010
    

 

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Author: FarJourney Caribbean

Born in Guyana : Wyck Williams writes poetry and fiction. He lives in New York City. The poet Brian Chan lives in Alberta, Canada.

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