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Huan
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Post#1 » Thu Jan 01, 1970 12:00 am

Wow, hearty congratulations Eryan. I wont pretend to comment on the translation, my Polish is not good (!) heck it's non existent. But well done, do you realize how difficult it is to find English translations of Liesman's poetry! Several years ago some of my Polish friends talked to me about Liesman as the greatest 20th century Polish poet. I wont debate that, although I think his kind of writing is coser to 19 th century.

"In living there's nothing except living
So lets live until the graveyards end"
The Shoemaker- B. Liesman

I doubt if this quote is representative of Liesman thought, considering his "religious/mystical" preoccupations.

How about a debate around John of the Cross, Yeats and Liesman.!

PS reading Kapuscinski's Imperium - just started.

Thanks for the poetry[Edited on 16/3/2002 by Huan]

chikakat
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Post#2 » Thu Jan 01, 1970 12:00 am

I like this a lot! Really great poem...thanks Eryan... :D

Eryan
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Post#3 » Thu Jan 01, 1970 12:00 am

I am really glad that my poor translation could anyway give you a glimpse of beautiful poetry of Boleslaw Lesmian!
For me Lesmian IS the greatest Polish poet from XXth century. I also love the poetry of Baczynski - he died very young during the 2nd world war but his poetry is tremendous.
The two lines quoted by you Huan come from another moving poem of Lesmian - about a mad shoemaker who is making gigantic shoes for... God, to thank him for the gift of life...
As for Kapuscinski, I simply adore every line he ever wrote! "Imperium" is great!

Huan
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Post#4 » Thu Jan 01, 1970 12:00 am

Know of any English or French translations of Lesmian's poetry?

Eryan
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Post#5 » Thu Jan 01, 1970 12:00 am

No I'm afraid not!

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TomBombadillo
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Post#6 » Thu Jan 01, 1970 12:00 am

Loved that poem, Eryan, great translation, btw.
Since the thread here is called poetry, I think I can post my fav poem here. It's called "Never give all the heart" and was written by the late William Butler Yeats.

Never give all the heart, for love
will hardly seem worth thinking of
to passionate women if it seem
certain, and they never dream
that it will fade out from kiss to kiss
for everything that's lovely is
but a brief, dreamy, kind delight
o never give the heart outright
for they, for all smooth lips can say
have given their hearts up to the play
and who could play it well enough
if deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost
for he gave all his heart and lost.
Denial is not a river in Africa.

Eryan
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Post#7 » Thu Jan 01, 1970 12:00 am

A beautiful poem, Tommy... thanks!

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PlasticSquirrel
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Post#8 » Thu Jan 01, 1970 12:00 am

*sniff*
*wipes a tear*
http://www.plasticsquirrel.co.uk for all your bizarre music and musings needs

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TomBombadillo
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Post#9 » Thu Jan 01, 1970 12:00 am

This is one of my fav's from LOTR:

Oliphaunt
Grey as a mouse,
Big as a house,
Nose like a snake,
I make the earth shake,
As I tramp through the grass;
Trees crack as I pass.
With horns in my mouth
I walk in the South,
Flapping big ears.
Beyond count of years
I stump round and round,
Never lie on the ground,
Not even to die.
Oliphaunt am I,
Biggest of all,
Huge, old, and tall.
If ever you'd met me
You wouldn't forget me.
If you never do,
You won't think I'm true;
But old Oliphaunt am I,
And I never lie.

I laughed my head off when Sam did this one! :D
Denial is not a river in Africa.

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grondmaster
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Post#10 » Thu Jan 01, 1970 12:00 am

My favorite is JRR Tolkien's 'The Stone Troll' from The Adventures of Tom Bombadil and The Tolkien Reader
Troll sat alone on his seat of stone,
And munched and mumbled a bare old bone;
For many a year he had gnawed it near,
For meat was hard to come by.
Done by! Gum by!
In a cave in the hills he dwelt alone,
And meat was hard to come by.

Up came Tom with his big boots on.
Said he to Troll: 'Pray, what is yon?
For it looks like the shin o' my nuncle Tim,
As should be a-lyin' in graveyard.
Caveyard! Paveyard!
This many a year has Tim been gone,
And I thought he were lyin' in graveyard'.
:grin I'll provide the next pair of the remaining six stanzus in a day or two.
'Share and enjoy'

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