“Passion” napowrimo day #9 Translation for Poets and Writers

The passion, the navigation, the between
transforms light,
light isn’t washed in beige.
For here’s the touch,
the passion advances;
it comes with doubt’s dark giant.
The navigation is dense and slow;
it’s a spiraling breath.
My light washes beige,
for here’s the touch
for the passion, for the navigation, for the between.
Here we depart,
it’s here we receive.

Process notes:
This poem was written for Poets and Writers prompt of April 8th.
“Translate” a poem into English from a language with which you have limited familiarity. Be attentive to the texture of the language and allow your immediate impulses about what the words mean inform your interpretation. Be sure not to look at an English translation until you have finished writing your imagined translation.

That being said, I now see no future for me in French to English translations. Following is Paul Eluard’s poem in French and in English.

Poisson
Les poissons, les nageurs, les bateaux
Transforment l’eau.
L’eau est douce et ne bouge
Que pour ce qui la touche.
Le poisson avance
Comme un doigt dans un gant,
Le nageur danse lentement
Et la voile respire.
Mais l’eau douce bouge
Pour ce qui la touche,
Pour le poisson, pour le nageur, pour le bateau
Qu’elle porte
Et qu’elle emporte.

Paul Eluard

The fish, the swimmers, the boats
Transform the water.
The water is still and does not move
Except for those who touch it.
The fish moves
like a finger in a glove,
the swimmer dances slowly
and the veil breathes.
But the still water moves
for those who touch it,
For the fish, for the swimmer, for the boat
that she carries
And takes.