tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post1991678202538414786..comments2023-12-30T17:31:11.883+00:00Comments on The Solitary Walker: I Know The Truth (12)The Solitary Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11284354541952038339noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-84292749504078266562014-06-20T22:22:35.927+01:002014-06-20T22:22:35.927+01:00Yes, she's an extraordinary poet, Dritranje.
...Yes, she's an extraordinary poet, Dritranje.<br /><br />And, quite right — these lovely evenings just before the summer solstice encourage gardening (or lazing in the garden) not computing! The Solitary Walkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11284354541952038339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-73852465214314191972014-06-17T21:03:51.183+01:002014-06-17T21:03:51.183+01:00So glad you included one of Maria Tsvetaeva's ...So glad you included one of Maria Tsvetaeva's poems in this post. She is one of my favourites.<br />You have been very busy lately, and I will need to come back to read your other posts. But I find it difficult to sit in front of a computer these days, and these evenings, with so much light, and the garden so welcoming - and so much to do there, and so enticingdritanjehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16025213970107184429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-47497543798805713352014-06-13T12:22:18.698+01:002014-06-13T12:22:18.698+01:00The second poem by Tsvetaeva is also magnificent! ...The second poem by Tsvetaeva is also magnificent! Thanks for providing it in your comment. It's profoundly sad that a person of such pulsating inner beauty faced so much tragedy, including ultimately her own suicide.Georgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03959953035812596907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-56023916730797249932014-06-13T07:20:14.104+01:002014-06-13T07:20:14.104+01:00Thanks Bonnie, George and Am.
Tsvetaeva had a lif...Thanks Bonnie, George and Am.<br /><br />Tsvetaeva had a life full of tragedy. Her daughter died of starvation in a a Russian orphanage. Later her husband and another daughter were arrested on charges of espionage and her husband was executed. She committed suicide the same year (1941).<br /><br />She was an amazing poet:<br /><br />From 'Poems for Blok'<br /><br />Your name is a—bird in my hand,<br />a piece of ice on my tongue.<br />The lips’ quick opening.<br />Your name—four letters.<br />A ball caught in flight,<br />a silver bell in my mouth.<br /><br />A stone thrown into a silent lake<br />is—the sound of your name.<br />The light click of hooves at night<br />—your name.<br />Your name at my temple<br />—sharp click of a cocked gun.<br /><br />Your name—impossible—<br />kiss on my eyes,<br />the chill of closed eyelids.<br />Your name—a kiss of snow.<br />Blue gulp of icy spring water.<br />With your name—sleep deepens.The Solitary Walkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11284354541952038339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-27817003940366193072014-06-13T02:24:02.381+01:002014-06-13T02:24:02.381+01:00"No need for anyone on earth to struggle.&quo..."No need for anyone on earth to struggle."<br /><br />Thank you especially for this one. Our public library has one book of her poetry. Not clear as to the translator. I've put it on hold. <br /><br />I found this:<br /><br />http://youtu.be/0dwWM_IMryg<br /><br />And her words translated by David McDuff:<br /><br />"Poet, once you're given a voice, / From you all else is taken.'' amhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-41246980559918978742014-06-12T19:03:09.059+01:002014-06-12T19:03:09.059+01:00I don't know Marina Tsvetaeva's work in ge...I don't know Marina Tsvetaeva's work in general, but I like this poem very much. First, I like the recognition that all us, generals who fight wars no less than poets and lovers, face the same existential crisis — and this, I suspect, is the one truth underpinning the poem. I also find the last three lines both lovely and profound: ". . . the storm of stars in the sky will turn quiet. And soon all of us will sleep beneath the earth, we who never let each other sleep above it."Georgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03959953035812596907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-67482403321536282682014-06-12T18:07:55.868+01:002014-06-12T18:07:55.868+01:00I've really enjoyed this series of poems, Robe...I've really enjoyed this series of poems, Robert. We all read through the lens of our own time, place, perspective and I have noted a recurring theme. "It is evening ... nearly night ... and soon ..."<br /><br />Briefy I saw this theme as yours ... but of course, it is mine. Perhaps for those of us of a certain age it is a necessary and valuable contemplation - preparing us for the dissolution of the body.<br /><br />Sharing the writings of those who have passed before is like an awakening bell and a healing, inductive prompt. Thank you. Bonnie Zieman, M.Ed.https://www.blogger.com/profile/00282469017360136275noreply@blogger.com