{"id":67200,"date":"2020-06-27T15:53:28","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T19:53:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=67200"},"modified":"2020-06-27T15:53:28","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T19:53:28","slug":"translation-transformation","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/translation-transformation\/","title":{"rendered":"Translation transformation"},"content":{"rendered":"

e.e. cumming’s poem “a clown’s smirk in the skull of a babboon,” sent through every language, alphabetically, on google translate (including English) and then back to English<\/p>\n

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Every day
\nBoth sides
\nLet’s go
\nTry fruits
\nThere are people in this world.
\nJust a moment
\nEverything is up to date.
\nQuick answer
\nI forgot to see the birds
\nI love you<\/p>\n

He was arrested in June.
\nStar time
\nOops now!
\nNot at all
\nActivities of Conservatism
\n(Possible)
\nThey chose the boat
\nI like blue<\/p>\n

I love you<\/p>\n

The leader must fight in front of the people.
\nDon’t forget
\nNew day)
\nIs that right?
\nIt is very intelligent
\nTraditional food
\nFood for the eyes
\nClick an item
\nWhat are you doing?
\nI love you<\/p>\n

Water (see below)
\nIt’s not bad
\nHow!
\nI do not remember
\nI love you<\/p>\n

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original:<\/p>\n

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a clown\u2019s smirk in the skull of a baboon<\/div>\n
(where once good lips stalked or eyes firmly stirred)<\/div>\n
my mirror gives me on this afternoon;<\/div>\n
i am a shape that can but eat and turd<\/div>\n
ere with the dirt death shall him vastly gird<\/div>\n
a coward waiting clumsily to cease<\/div>\n
whom every perfect thing meanwhile doth miss;<\/div>\n
a hand\u2019s impression in an empty glove<\/div>\n
a soon forgotten tune a house for lease.<\/div>\n
I have never loved you dear as now i love<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
behold this fool who in the month of June<\/div>\n
having certain stars and planets heard<\/div>\n
rose very slowly in a tight balloon<\/div>\n
until the smallening world became absurd;<\/div>\n
him did an archer spy(whose aim had erred<\/div>\n
never)and by that little trick or this<\/div>\n
he shot the aeronaut down into the abyss<\/div>\n
\u2014and wonderfully i fell through the green groove<\/div>\n
of twilight striking into many a piece.<\/div>\n
I have never loved you dear as now i love<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
god\u2019s terrible face brighter than a spoon<\/div>\n
collects the image of one fatal word;<\/div>\n
so that my life(which liked the sun and the moon)<\/div>\n
resembles something that has not occurred:<\/div>\n
i am a birdcage without any bird<\/div>\n
a collar looking for a dog a kiss<\/div>\n
without lips;a prayer lacking any knees<\/div>\n
but something beats within my shirt to prove<\/div>\n
he is undead who living noone is.<\/div>\n
I have never loved you dear as now i love.<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Hell(by most humble me which shall increase)<\/div>\n
open thy fire!for i have had some bliss<\/div>\n
of one small lady upon earth above;<\/div>\n
to whom i cry remembering her face<\/div>\n
i have never loved you dear as now i love<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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e.e. cumming’s poem “a clown’s smirk in the skull of a babboon,” sent through every language, alphabetically, on google translate (including English) and then back to English   Every day Both sides Let’s go Try fruits There are people in this world. Just a moment…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1343,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-67200","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67200","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1343"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=67200"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67200\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":67536,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67200\/revisions\/67536"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=67200"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=67200"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=67200"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}