{"id":1917,"date":"2025-07-02T14:18:41","date_gmt":"2025-07-02T13:18:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.whs-blogs.co.uk\/linguistica\/?p=1917"},"modified":"2025-07-02T14:18:41","modified_gmt":"2025-07-02T13:18:41","slug":"anthea-bell-prize-for-young-translators-year-8-entries","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.whs-blogs.co.uk\/linguistica\/2025\/07\/02\/anthea-bell-prize-for-young-translators-year-8-entries\/","title":{"rendered":"Anthea Bell Prize for Young Translators – Year 8 entries"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Year 8 students took part in the Anthea Bell Prize for Young Translators, by translating ‘Les Colombes’ by Th\u00e9ophile Gautier, 1838<\/strong>. Here our some of their phenomenal entries by Isabella, Olympia, Arabella, Daisy and Krithika<\/strong>, with a special congratualtions to Arabella for being selected as the area winner!<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Competition Text:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sur le coteau, l\u00e0-bas o\u00f9 sont les tombes, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Un beau palmier, comme un panache vert,  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dresse sa t\u00eate, o\u00f9 le soir les colombes  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Viennent nicher et se mettre \u00e0 couvert. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mais le matin elles quittent les branches;  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Comme un collier qui s\u2019\u00e9gr\u00e8ne, on les voit  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

S\u2019\u00e9parpiller dans l\u2019air bleu, toutes blanches,  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Et se poser plus loin sur quelque toit. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mon \u00e2me est l\u2019arbre o\u00f9 tous les soirs, comme elles*,  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

De blancs essaims de folles visions  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tombent des cieux en palpitant des ailes, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

 Pour s\u2019envoler d\u00e8s les premiers rayons. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Isabella’s translation:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

On the hill, where the graves lie,\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A beautiful palm tree, like a green plume in the sky.\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the evening, doves come near,\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Finding shelter, calm and clear.\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u202f\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

But in the morning, they take flight,\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like a necklace, the doves are out of sight.\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

They scatter in the bright blue sky,\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Landing on rooftops way up high.\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u202f\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

My soul is is like that palm tree,\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

White swarms of visions come to me.\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Wings flapping in the starry night,\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

To fly away from the first sunlight.\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Olympia’s translation:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

There on the hillside, there where the graves lay,\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A beautiful palm tree, like a green crest,\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Stands tall, where in the evening the doves stay\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

to take cover and nest.\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u202f\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

But they will leave their branches at the first sign of light,\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like a necklace that falls apart, and you see them scatter,\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Scatter into the cerulean sky, a flurry of white,\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And settle on a rooftop far away.\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u202f\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

My soul is like a tree, where like the doves, every evening\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

White swarms of wild visions descend from the sky,\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

their wings fluttering and flapping,\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Until the first rays of light, when they’ll fly.\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Arabella’s translation:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Over there on the hillside, near the tombstones\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lies a beautiful tree, rich with green palms\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the evenings, the peaceful doves\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Come and take cover, till the storm of the night calms\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u202f\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Come the morning, the branches lie vacant\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like a chain come apart, you see them\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Scattered in the blue sky, turning it completely white\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And land on whatever rooftop, then repeat it again\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u202f\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

My soul is the tree on which they land, and just like them it clings\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

To dreams, a swarm of crazy white feathers, clouding my vision\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

They fall from the skies, fluttering their wings\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

So they can fly away in the first rays of sunlight\u202f\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Daisy’s translation:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

There on the hilltop, there, where the graves are,\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A beautiful palm tree, like a plume of green,\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lifts it’s head, where in the evening the doves\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Come to nest and seek shelter.\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u202f\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

But in the morning they leave the branches;\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like the strewn beads of a necklace, they are spotted\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Scattering in the azure air, in pure white,\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And landing on a roof afar.\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u202f\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

My soul is the tree where every evening, like them,\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

White swarms of mad visions\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Descend from the heavens with beating wings,\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Until the first rays of dawn, when they\u2019ll fly.\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Krithika’s translation:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

On the hillside, over there where the tombs are,\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A beautiful palm tree, like a plume of green\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Stands tall, where in the evenings the doves\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Come to nest and shelter, serene.\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u202f\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

But in the mornings they leave the boughs to explore;\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like the beads of a necklace, you see them there,\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A mass of white, scattering in the azure\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And land further away, on a rooftop somewhere.\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u202f\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

My soul is the tree where, like them, in the evenings,\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

White swarms of mad visions fall from the skies,\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Their wings all flapping and fluttering,\u202f\u202f <\/p>\n\n\n\n

to fly away as soon as the sunrise.\u202f <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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