Bootstrap Framework 3.3.6

[~ Le Saint X ~]

Pored Emily Dickinson
Walt Whitman
je sigurno najveci pesnik na prelazu iz XIX u XX vek, sto se tice poezije na Americkom tlu.
Dok se za miss Emily spekulise oko njene seksualnosti, za gospodina Whitman-a se zna sigurno da je bio gay!
Sto nije ni krio...




Evo, stavicu dve moje omiljene (ljubavne) pesme ovog pesnika...
Kratke, a tako....F.E.N.O.M.E.N.A.L.N.E!!!!!

SOMETIMES with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for fear I effuse unreturn’d love;
But now I think there is no unreturn’d love—the pay is certain, one way or another;
(I loved a certain person ardently, and my love was not return’d;
Yet out of that, I have written these songs.)




***Ko god pise poeziju (ili prozu) p r e p o z n a c e se u ovim stihovima gore navedenim***


O YOU whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may be with you;
As I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the same room with you,
Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.

[Simor]

Originally posted by Renoir
Pored Emily Dickinson
Walt Whitman
je sigurno najveci pesnik na prelazu iz XIX u XX vek, sto se tice poezije na Americkom tlu.
Dok se za miss Emily spekulise oko njene seksualnosti, za gospodina Whitman-a se zna sigurno da je bio gay!
Sto nije ni krio...

Slažem se. Obožavam Vitmena.

Ja sam poeziju i zavoleo preko Amerikanaca, i to upravo zahvaljujući Dikinsonovoj i Vitmenu. Nakon toga sam počeo da obraćam pažnju na poeziju generalno, i pronašao svašta lepo tu... Recimo, mađarske pesnike.



Walt Whitman
Dok ležim sa glavom u tvom krilu, kamerado

Dok ležim sa glavom u tvom krilu, kamerado,
Ponavljam svoje priznanje, ponavljam šta sam
rekao tebi i slobodnom prostoru,
Znam da sam nespokojan i da činim da to i drugi
bivaju,
Znam da su reči moja oružja puna opasnosti, puna
smrti,
Jer ja se suprotstavljam miru, bezbednosti i svim
zakonima ustaljenim, da bi ih poremetio,
Pošto su me svi porekli, odlučniji sam nego bih
ikad bio da su me svi prihvatili,
Ne hajem i nikada hajao nisam ni za iskustvo,
oprez, većine, niti za podsmeh,
I pretnja onog što se naziva paklom jedva da mi
išta znači;
I primamljivost onog što se naziva rajem jedva da
mi išta znači;
Dragi camerado! Priznajem da sam te nagovarao
da kreneš sa mnom napred, i još te nagovaram,
a predstave nemam gde nam je odredište,
Niti da li pobeda nas čeka, ili ćemo biti potpuno
savladani i poraženi.

[DeVision]

Fenomenalan je, godinama sam trazila njegovu zbirku "Vlati trave" (hrvatski prevod). Nadjoh je na kraju, i eno nalazi se medju prvim knjigama na mojoj polici

[AngraMaina]

Uclanjujem se u fan klub.

[AngraMaina]

A WORLD OUT OF THE SEA

6.


Yes, when the stars glistened,
All night long, on the prong of a moss-scalloped stake,
Down, almost amid the slapping waves,
Sat the lone singer, wonderful, causing tears.

He called on his mate;
He poured forth the meanings which I, of all men, know.

Yes, my brother, I know;
The rest might not -- but I have treasured every note;
For once, and more than once, dimly, down to the beach gliding,
Silent, avoiding the moonbeams, blending myself with the shadows,
Recalling now the obscure shapes, the echoes, the sounds and sights after their sorts,
The white arms out in the breakers tirelessly tossing,
I, with bare feet, a child, the wind wafting my hair,
Listened long and long.

Listened, to keep, to sing -- now translating the notes,
Following you, my brother.



7.


Soothe! soothe! soothe!
Close on its wave soothes the wave behind,
And again another behind, embracing and lapping, every one close, --
But my love soothes not me, not me.

Low hangs the moon -- it rose late;
O it is lagging -- O I think it is heavy with love, with love.

O madly the sea pushes upon the land,
With love -- with love.

O night! do I not see my love fluttering out among the breakers?
What is that little black thing I see there in the white?

Loud! loud! loud!
Loud I call to you, my love!
High and clear I shoot my voice over the waves;
Surely you must know who is here, is here;
You must know who I am, my love.

Low-hanging moon!
What is that dusky spot in your brown yellow?
O it is the shape, the shape of my mate!
O moon, do not keep her from me any longer!

Land! land! O land!
Whichever way I turn, O I think you could give me my mate back again, if you only would;
For I am almost sure I see her dimly whichever way I look.

O rising stars!
Perhaps the one I want so much will rise, will rise with some of you.

O throat! O trembling throat!
Sound clearer through the atmosphere!
Pierce the woods, the earth;
Somewhere, listening to catch you, must be the one I want.
Shake out, carols!
Solitary here -- the night’s carols!
Carols of lonesome love! Death’s carols!
Carols under that lagging, yellow, waning moon!
O, under that moon, where she droops almost down into the sea!
O reckless, despairing carols!

But soft! sink low;
Soft! let me just murmur;
And do you wait a moment, you husky-noised sea;
For somewhere I believe I heard my mate responding to me,
So faint -- I must be still, be still to listen;
But not altogether still, for then she might not come immediately to me.

Hither, my love!
Here I am! Here!
With this just-sustained note I announce myself to you;
This gentle call is for you, my love, for you!

Do not be decoyed elsewhere!
That is the whistle of the wind -- it is not my voice;
That is the fluttering, the fluttering of the spray;
Those are the shadows of leaves.

O darkness! O in vain!
O I am very sick and sorrowful!
O brown halo in the sky, near the moon, drooping upon the sea!
O troubled reflection in the sea!
O throat! O throbbing heart!
O all! -- and I singing uselessly, uselessly all the night!

Yet I murmur, murmur on!
O murmurs -- you yourselves make me continue to sing, I know not why.

O past! O life! O songs of joy!
In the air -- in the woods -- over fields;
Loved! loved! loved! loved! loved!
But my love no more, no more with me!
We two together no more!

[centralist]

Volim ga

[DeVision]

TEBI - W.W.

Strance, ako u prolazu sretnes me, i pozelis da
obratis se meni, zasto mi se ne bi obratio?
I zasto se ja ne bih obratio tebi?

[DeVision]

O TI, KOJEM CESTO I TIHO DOLAZIM - W.W.


O ti, kojem cesto i tiho dolazim gdje jesi, da bih
mogao biti sa tobom,
Dok setam uz tebe, ili sjedim u tvojoj blizini,
ili ostajem sa tobom u istoj sobi,
Malo ti znas o njeznoj elektricnoj vatri sto za tebe
igra u meni.

[DeVision]

BISTRA PONOC - W.W.


Ovo je tvoj cas, O, duso, tvoj slobodni let u
nemusto.
Daleko od knjiga, daleko od umjetnosti, s danom
izbrisanim, lekcijom naucenom,
Ti izrastas u punoj pojavi, tiha, zagledana,
prebirajuci teme sto najvise ih volis -
Noc,san,smrt i zvijezde.

[Egon]

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack,
the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up- for you the flag is flung- for
you the bugle trills,

For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths- for you the shores
a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

[starsailor]

veceras sam citala Vitmana i nasla sam temu ( nisam ni sumnjala da je ima)...

nadam se da Renoir-u nece smetati ako ubacim nesto u temu, jer nisam uspela da nadjem takav topic.

elem, Bitnici ( ili Beat Generation) ne mislim na ceo pokret, iskljucivo na pisce.Prvi talas:Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, Neal Cassady,William S. Burroughs.

Davno kada sam otkrila Darma lutalice, procitala sam sve sto se moglo naci (tada).Shok kada sam procitala Goli Rucak
Kakva radost kada sam u Bg kupila Keruakov: Na putu. Mada ima super kritike, meni je ipak Darma lutalice favorite.

"Sve moje prolivene suze nisu bile uzaludne,jer su bas te suze u meni podstakle misao da ce ova moja prolazna stanja dobiti jednom oblicje..."

Dzek Keruak-Darma lutalice

[Çâðê_DUP]

A WORLD OUT OF THE SEA i O Captain! my Captain! su mi omiljene.

los je prevod, tj lose mi zvuce na nasem. pravi dozivljaj imam kad citam u originalu. veliki poeta.

[~ Le Saint X ~]

I Sing the Body Electric
by Walt Whitman


1

I sing the body electric,
The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them,
They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,
And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the soul.

Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves?
And if those who defile the living are as bad as they who defile the dead?
And if the body does not do fully as much as the soul? And if the body
were not the soul, what is the soul?

2

The love of the body of man or woman balks account, the body itself
balks account,
That of the male is perfect, and that of the female is perfect.




....

[Garbo]

Rekao sam da dusha nije nista drugo nego tjelo
I rekao sam da tjelo nije nista drugo nego dusha
I da nishta
Pa ni bog
Nije za choveka veche nego on sam
I tko god hoda za osminu milje bez suchuti
Ide za vlastitim sprovodom
Odjeven u svoj mrtvachki plasht.

Walt Whitman
*Vlati trave*

[walt333]

Moj omiljeni pesnik. Zaljubio sam se u njega jos preko prve pesme koju sam procitao a to je bila pesma preko bruklinskog mosta. Vitmen nije bio samo pesnik on je bio duhovni revolucionar

[~ Le Saint X ~]

Originally posted by walt333
Moj omiljeni pesnik.

i moj od americkih...
ako izuzmemo Emili Dikinson koja je pesnik(inja)

[bas bleu]

Old poof Whitman moze da prodje; ili sto rece Ezra Pound:

I make a pact with you, Walt Whitman --
I have detested you long enough.
I come to you as a grown child
Who has had a pig-headed father;
I am old enough now to make friends.
It was you that broke the new wood,
Now is a time for carving.
We have one sap and one root --
Let there be commerce between us.

Ovo je meni jedna o drazih Vitmana:

The Last Invocation

At the last, tenderly,
From the walls of the powerful fortress’d house,
From the clasp of the knitted locks, from the keep of the well-closed doors,
Let me be wafted.

Let me glide noiselessly forth;
With the key of softness unlock the locks—with a whisper,
Set ope the doors O soul.

Tenderly—be not impatient,
(Strong is your hold O mortal flesh,
Strong is your hold O love).

A Emili me ubija u pojam sve sa svojim pesmicama uvezanim roze trakicama i tucked away in the knicker drawer

[~ Le Saint X ~]

[quoteA Emili me ubija u pojam sve sa svojim pesmicama uvezanim roze trakicama i tucked away in the knicker drawer
[/quote]



T'es fou ou quoi?

[bas bleu]

ako je fou ne voleti e.d. onda bice da jesam

[walt333]

Prvo da izrazim srecu sto sam nesto znao da prevedem sa francuskog, jednu prostu recenicu ali dobro za pocetak...

A sada cu ja da izrazim zanimanje i i da te pitam: zasto ne volis Emili Dikinson?
ja nesto ne videh da u njenoj poeziji postoje "roze trakice". Ok priznajem da ima ona neke stihove koji i nisu bas najbolji ali koji pesnik ih nema? recimo sam Vitmen ima poprilican broj neuspelih stihova, pa ga to ne cini losim pesnikom.
Kao sto rece neko Cocek ne moze svih 7 dana u nedelji da bude lep i pametan.

[bas bleu]

kada je e.d. umrla tako su nasli njenu poeziju uvezanu trakicama u, kao sto rekoh, her knicker drawer.

elem, taj deo NARAVNO nije presudio da ne volim e.d.
i NARAVNO da svaki pesnik ima dobre i manje dobre momente.

she simply does not do anything for me. sve mi je one big, fat commonplace.

i sto bi rekao jedan od mojih fav poets, maccaig, "when I love a person, a place, an object, I don’t see what there is to argue about". isto vazi i za sve stvari koje ne volim, a miss emily je jedna od njih.

[smaug]

izvinte sto vam upadam u razgovor samo da kazem da je 'knicker drawer' pleonazam:bouncy::boxer:

[bas bleu]

knicker drawerS bi bio pleonazam

[smaug]

hehe zato sto su gace pluralija tantum jel da?

[walt333]

Originally posted by bas bleu
kada je e.d. umrla tako su nasli njenu poeziju uvezanu trakicama u, kao sto rekoh, her knicker drawer.

elem, taj deo NARAVNO nije presudio da ne volim e.d.
i NARAVNO da svaki pesnik ima dobre i manje dobre momente.

she simply does not do anything for me. sve mi je one big, fat commonplace.

i sto bi rekao jedan od mojih fav poets, maccaig, "when I love a person, a place, an object, I don’t see what there is to argue about". isto vazi i za sve stvari koje ne volim, a miss emily je jedna od njih.

Cini mi, da nisu sve pesme bile tamo.

Ja sam mislio da si roze trakice koristio kao simbol za ono sto ti se ne svidja kod nje, pa sam te zbog toga pitao. OK ja sam mozda ucitao neceg sto nema u tvom postu.

Sasvim je OK da nekog ne volis. Na kraju krajeva covek i ne moze da voli sve (danas sam bas raspolozen da delim jeftine fraze:nesiguran: )

[~ Le Saint X ~]

Originally posted by bas bleu
a miss emily je jedna od njih.

steta!

izmedju walta i emily

emily is miles ahead of the 1st


a i njen zivot je fascinantno jednolican bio...

treba imati **** za takav zivot

[bas bleu]

verovatno si u pravu, jer da su sve bile u jednoj fijoci znacilo bi da je gospodjica nosila huuuuuge knickers. a svi znamo sta to znaci

elem, to sa roze trakama i jeste na neki nacin bio simbol za ono sto mi se ne svidja kod nje i trebalo je da znaci da su bas i mogli da ostave sve te pesmicice tamo gde su ih nasli. iako sam inace vrlo partial prema razlicitim wirdos and misfits.

i da ne zaboravim, hvala na dozvoli. it's a weight off my chest. te cu u tom smislu da iskoristim ovu priliku da pomenem jos nekoliko ljudi koje ne volim: nekoliko njih iz ofisa, gazdaricu, sve iz ntl-a, sestru od tetke, nepoznate ljude na fb koji hoce da se druze, onog matorog pijanca sa james' st...

[bas bleu]

Originally posted by smaug
hehe zato sto su gace pluralija tantum jel da?

ljubim pametnu glavicu

[walt333]

Originally posted by bas bleu
verovatno si u pravu, jer da su sve bile u jednoj fijoci znacilo bi da je gospodjica nosila huuuuuge knickers. a svi znamo sta to znaci


i da ne zaboravim, hvala na dozvoli. it's a weight off my chest. te cu u tom smislu da iskoristim ovu priliku da pomenem jos nekoliko ljudi koje ne volim: nekoliko njih iz ofisa, gazdaricu, sve iz ntl-a, sestru od tetke, nepoznate ljude na fb koji hoce da se druze, onog matorog pijanca sa james' st...

E sad sad si me bas nasmejao.

Molim i drugi put cu ti dati dozvolu

[bas bleu]

Originally posted by ~anAMORphOsé~

Originally posted by bas bleu
a miss emily je jedna od njih.

steta!

izmedju walta i emily

emily is miles ahead of the 1st


a i njen zivot je fascinantno jednolican bio...

treba imati **** za takav zivot

e vidis upravo taj "fascinantno jednolican zivot" je ono sto je meni problem - ako je vec, quoting you again, imala "****" za to kako je da onda came up with such horrible commonplaces?
evo uzmi larkina npr. skoro isto toliko jednolican zivot, poezija neuporedivo orignalnija.