Vladimir Mayakovsky

...and you, could you perform a nocturne on a drainpipe flute?

I enjoyed reading these translations though Mayakovsky's poetry is almost impossible to translate properly because one of the characters is the language itself.
great template anyway!

Ahaha! I can't ! But I love earing poets from Est, because is like in rap, words are waves not as in french or US ( same sound at the end of the line)... words come and go, it's so charming! Like Abdulah Sidran's poetry for example ...

I try to translate french to us (cause I not speak slovac)


With your left hand you move from your front face,
a strand of hair , and me, immediatly,
I store this movement, I don't see
how you move a strand of hair from your front face,
But I remember this gesture with your left hand
when you move a strand of hair from your front face
you tell with a flickering voice that move the flame
of the candle on the table : "Outside there is the storm ",
and something that is not me, but where
I am, a part of me, store this voice,
and as I listening you, it's as a souvenir
to have already listened, as if
I remember your flickering voice
that move the flame of the candle
on the table front of us,as if
I remember this night,and the voice
that says : "Outside there is the storm ".

Outside there is the storm again
and the night abides as the life continues.
Life that I don't feeling to live,
as a souvenir,
as your voice that is telling: "Outside
there is the storm", this voice that I remember,
as the hand with
you move a strand of hair from your front face,
as the hand that, as you're telling,
I touch for the first time.

(from written about Miracle, War Poetry)


yalbenaj wrote:

Can you read in original dear.I still can and translate to myself almost everything but I am not fluent anymore.I love Pushkin and Tolstoy.Do you?:))
anneclairdelune
Posted 2 minutes ago
Thanx for the spirit wave Albenaj !
Poetry ! Poetry !
Hmm so good, even we lost with the translation the huge Russia rythme...

Can you read in original dear.I still can and translate to myself almost everything but I am not fluent anymore.I love Pushkin and Tolstoy.Do you?:))
anneclairdelune
Posted 2 minutes ago
Thanx for the spirit wave Albenaj !
Poetry ! Poetry !
Hmm so good, even we lost with the translation the huge Russia rythme...

Thanx for the spirit wave Albenaj !
Poetry ! Poetry !
Hmm so good, even we lost with the translation the huge Russia rythme...

albenaj wrote:

Great poet indeed.Lovely template Anne:))
few lines from his unpublished last poem
And so they say-
"the incident dissolved"
the love boat smashed up
on the dreary routine.
I'm through with life
and [we] should absolve
from mutual hurts, afflictions and spleen.

...and one of my favorites:
Listen!

Listen,
if stars are lit
it means - there is someone who needs it.
It means - someone wants them to be,
that someone deems those specks of spit
magnificent.

And overwrought,
in the swirls of afternoon dust,
he bursts in on God,
afraid he might be already late.
In tears,
he kisses God's sinewy hand
and begs him to guarantee
that there will definitely be a star.
He swears
he won't be able to stand
that starless ordeal.

Later,
He wanders around, worried,
but outwardly calm.

And to everyone else, he says:
'Now,
it's all right.
You are no longer afraid,
are you?'

Listen,
if stars are lit,
it means - there is someone who needs it.
It means it is essential
that every evening
at least one star should ascend
over the crest of the building.
Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky

Great poet indeed.Lovely template Anne:))
few lines from his unpublished last poem
And so they say-
"the incident dissolved"
the love boat smashed up
on the dreary routine.
I'm through with life
and [we] should absolve
from mutual hurts, afflictions and spleen.

...and one of my favorites:
Listen!

Listen,
if stars are lit
it means - there is someone who needs it.
It means - someone wants them to be,
that someone deems those specks of spit
magnificent.

And overwrought,
in the swirls of afternoon dust,
he bursts in on God,
afraid he might be already late.
In tears,
he kisses God's sinewy hand
and begs him to guarantee
that there will definitely be a star.
He swears
he won't be able to stand
that starless ordeal.

Later,
He wanders around, worried,
but outwardly calm.

And to everyone else, he says:
'Now,
it's all right.
You are no longer afraid,
are you?'

Listen,
if stars are lit,
it means - there is someone who needs it.
It means it is essential
that every evening
at least one star should ascend
over the crest of the building.
Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky