Re: Poezija koju volimo...

od **Sparkling Comet** Uto 17 Jan 2017, 22:47

Еуженио де Андраде | ЛИЦЕМ У ЛИЦЕ
Против љубави не можете ништа,
против срца лишћа
против нежности пене,
против светлости не можете ништа.
Можете нам подарити смрт,
најгнуснију, то можете,
али и то је тако мало.

od **ElendV** Sre 18 Jan 2017, 01:01

Plusić Kometo ((:
ps Još jedna epizoda, javljam sutra! ((:

od **Sparkling Comet** Sre 18 Jan 2017, 08:35

ElendV ::Plusić Kometo ((:
ps Još jedna epizoda, javljam sutra! ((:

jedva čekam da čujem tvoje utiske. Very Happy

od **Sparkling Comet** Sre 18 Jan 2017, 08:36

ElendV ::Plusić Kometo ((:
ps Još jedna epizoda, javljam sutra! ((:

jedva čekam da čujem tvoje utiske. Very Happy

od **Зимоврел** Sre 18 Jan 2017, 11:19

+ Comet

Well this is creepy
U čašu sam ti uročnu
Smutila vlasi - pepeo,
Nit' jeo, nit' pevao,
Nit' pio, nit' snevao.

Ne bila ti mladost - radost,
Ne bio ti šećer - sladost,
Gušile te noćne sene
Pokraj mlade žene

Ko što vlasi moje sada
Staše sivim pepelom,
Tako leta tvoja mlada
Stala zimom ledenom.

Oslepeo i valah,
Usahnuo kao mah,
Ishlapio ko uzdah

od **ElendV** Pet 27 Jan 2017, 21:51

Stvarno je jezivo. Cija je to pesma Zimce?

od **Зимоврел** Sub 28 Jan 2017, 00:14

Марина Цветајева Еленде, а има она и лепих песама:

Ja ću te oteti, od svih zemalja, o svih nebesa
Zato što mi je šuma - kolevka, a grob - grm potkresan
Zato što po zemlji na jednoj nozi šećem
Zato što o tebi pevam - kako niko neće
Ja ću te oteti od svih vremena i noći svih
Od svih zlatnih zastava, od mećeva svih
Ključeve ću baciti, pse oterati sa trema
Zato što sam u noći vernija od psa verna
Ja ću te oteti od svih žena - što da uvijam? -
Nećeš biti ničiji muž, ni ja žena ničija
I u poslednjem trenu, uzeću te - ne pričaj! -
Od onog s kojim Jakov u noći skita
Al dok ti ruke ne skrste na grudima -
O prokletstva! - u tebi još tvoje krvi ima:
Dva tvoja krila u etru traže lek
Tebi je svet - kolevka, a grob - svet

od **ElendV** Sub 28 Jan 2017, 01:07

Uf odlicna je i ova, i ako suprotnost potpuna. Prva me je bas uplasila, priznajem. xd

od **ElendV** Sub 28 Jan 2017, 02:38

evo jedna iz antologije nemackog ukletog pesnistva xd

Vazdušni brodar

Putovah sred ljuljajućeg broda
Kroz plavet okeanskih voda,
Što se kraj zvezda svetlećih slila,
Nebeske sam moći pozdravila.
I u njihov pogled ja sam pala,
I večni sam etar ispijala,
Od sveg zemnog bežati sam htela,
Da zvezdana ja upoznam dela,
Kružnice i vrtloge što plove
I u njima pobožne ritmove,
I svaki se silinom jekom kreće
Prema stisku talasave sreće.
Ah, vuče me dole da se predam,
Pogled mi se gasi u maglinu,
Zemne granice ponovo gledam,
A oblaci me sebi nazad vinu.
Ali avaj! Sila teže
Čuva pravo što je stekla,
Niko se otrgnuti ne sme
Od svog zemaljskog porekla.

od **Зимоврел** Pon 30 Jan 2017, 13:10

+ Еленде

od **Prince of Ravens** Čet 09 Feb 2017, 16:01

Love this one.

And Wilt Thou Weep When I Am Low?

And wilt thou weep when I am low?
Sweet lady! speak those words again:
Yet if they grieve thee, say not so--
I would not give that bosom pain.

My heart is sad, my hopes are gone,
My blood runs coldly through my breast;
And when I perish, thou alone
Wilt sigh above my place of rest.

And yet, methinks, a gleam of peace
Doth through my cloud of anguish shine:
And for a while my sorrows cease,
To know thy heart hath felt for mine.

Oh lady! blessd be that tear--
It falls for one who cannot weep;
Such precious drops are doubly dear
To those whose eyes no tear may steep.

Sweet lady! once my heart was warm
With every feeling soft as thine;
But Beauty's self hath ceased to charm
A wretch created to repine.

Yet wilt thou weep when I am low?
Sweet lady! speak those words again:
Yet if they grieve thee, say not so--
I would not give that bosom pain.

od **Prince of Ravens** Pet 10 Feb 2017, 11:40

This one by Arthur Symons.

Kisses

Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses?
How soft is this one, how subtle this is,
How fluttering swift as a bird's kiss that is,
As a bird that taps at a leafy lattice;
How this one clings and how that uncloses
From bud to flower in the way of roses;
And this through laughter and that through weeping
Swims to the brim where Love lies sleeping;
And this in a pout I snatch, and capture
That in the ecstasy of rapture,
When the odorous red-rose petals part
That my lips may find their way to the heart
Of the rose of the world, your lips, my rose.
But no song knows
The way of my heart to the heart of my rose.

od **Зимоврел** Ned 12 Feb 2017, 21:09

Ја напросто обожавам његову поезију Smile

Ова ми је омиљена од њега Smile

As a perfume doth remain
In the folds where it hath lain,
So the thought of you, remaining
Deeply folded in my brain,
Will not leave me; all things leave me -
You remain.

Other thoughts may come and go,
Other moments I may know
That shall waft me, in their going,
As a breath blown to and fro,
Fragrant memories; fragrant memories
Come and go.

Only thoughts of you remain
In my heart where they have lain,
Perfumed thoughts of you, remaining,
A hid sweetness, in my brain.
Others leave me; all things leave me -
You remain.

od **Prince of Ravens** Sre 01 Mar 2017, 20:57

She Walks in Beauty

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

od **Зимоврел** Sre 01 Mar 2017, 22:55

Mad Girl's Love Song

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

od Чери Sre 01 Mar 2017, 22:58

^ Prelepa je Embarassed

p.s. a kako i da ne bude kada je Sylvia Plath u pitanju Embarassed

od **Зимоврел** Sre 01 Mar 2017, 23:01

Јој да, оно, нисам ставила ни ко је у питању Mad

А иначе то увек стављам <3 Али Чери је одмах препознала <3

Another one I love. So alive, vibrant and full of emotions

The Hanging Man
By the roots of my hair some god got hold of me.
I sizzled in his blue volts like a desert prophet.

The nights snapped out of sight like a lizard's eyelid :
A world of bald white days in a shadeless socket.

A vulturous boredom pinned me in this tree.
If he were I, he would do what I did.

od Чери Sre 01 Mar 2017, 23:08

Meni je najurezanija u secaju od njenih ostala Daddy Smile

Krivo mi je kako je zavrsila, ni poezija kao izduvni ventil nije mogla da joj pomogne Sad

od **Зимоврел** Sre 01 Mar 2017, 23:18

Oh that's her most famous one <3 I taught on her at university last year, there is this analysis of the poem:
"Making her father a Nazi and herself a Jew, she dramatizes the war in her soul. It is a terrible poem, full of blackness, and one of the most nakedly confessional poems ever written. From its opening image onward, that of the father as an "old shoe" in which the daughter has lived for thirty years—an explicitly phallic image, according to the writings of Freud—the sexual pull and tug is manifest, as is the degree of Plath’s mental suffering, supported by references to Dachau, Auschwitz, and Belsen. (Her references elsewhere to hanged men are also emblems of suffering; in Jungian psychology, the swinging motion would be symbolic of her ambivalent state and her unfulfilled longing as well.) Plath confesses that, after failing to escape her predicament through attempted suicide, she married a surrogate father, "a man in black with a Meinkampf look" who obligingly was just as much a vampire of her spirit—one who "drank my blood for a year, / Seven years, if you want to know." When she drives the stake through her father’s heart, she not only is exorcising the demon of her father’s memory, but metaphorically is killing her husband and all men."
Мени је напросто невероватно како је доживљавала себе у свету и са каквим интензитетом емоција, raw emotions pouring from every verse <3

od Чери Sre 01 Mar 2017, 23:23

Da da, bila je jaka i osetljiva u isto vreme. Nju i Virdziniju Vulf sam uvek nekako stavljala u isti kos, a obe su zavrsile kako su zavrsile Sad

Btw izlazi novi film o Vidziniji, glumice Eva Green Very Happy

od **Зимоврел** Sre 01 Mar 2017, 23:26

А и не волим нешто Вирџинију, Силвија ми је дража. А тај филм ћу обавезно погледати because Eva:Love: Poezija koju volimo... - Page 33 816179

od Чери Sre 01 Mar 2017, 23:29

Zim sto ne volis Virdziniju?

Haha pa sigurno ce biti takvih scena, samo ne znam da li glumi Virdziniju ili njenu ljubavnicu Very Happy

od **Sparkling Comet** Sub 04 Mar 2017, 18:01

The Charge of the Light Brigade

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Half a league, half a league,
Poezija koju volimo... - Page 33 Space

Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Poezija koju volimo... - Page 33 Space

Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Poezija koju volimo... - Page 33 Space

Rode the six hundred.

2.

"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Poezija koju volimo... - Page 33 Space

Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Poezija koju volimo... - Page 33 Space

Rode the six hundred.

3.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Poezija koju volimo... - Page 33 Space

Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Poezija koju volimo... - Page 33 Space

Rode the six hundred.

4.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
Poezija koju volimo... - Page 33 Space

All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre stroke
Poezija koju volimo... - Page 33 Space

Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Poezija koju volimo... - Page 33 Space

Not the six hundred.

5.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Poezija koju volimo... - Page 33 Space

Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Poezija koju volimo... - Page 33 Space

Left of six hundred.

6.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
Poezija koju volimo... - Page 33 Space

All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Light Brigade,
Poezija koju volimo... - Page 33 Space

Noble six hundred.

od **Prince of Ravens** Sub 04 Mar 2017, 18:13

Love that poem. Iako me nervira što se glorifikuje žrtvovanje ljudi i slušanje naređenja do smrti. Ali sama poema je fenomenalna.

Ova mi više priliči.

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

od **Sparkling Comet** Sub 04 Mar 2017, 19:51

Da, mada sam je više shvatila kao poemu o izboru dužnosti i nastojanju da sprovedeš to do kraja.
Volim tu, prvi put sam za nju saznala kad sam gledala film Invictus o Nelson Mandeli, naveo je baš posljednja dva stiha. Very Happy

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