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Ana Maria Padurean

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RE: Eminescu
11/16/2009 4:48:25 PM
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Hi AnaMaria,

I'm glad you found some time to post again here in Adland.

Eminescu certainly has a way with words and in fact hits the nail on the head with his poem. How many ineffectuals write just for the sake of writing and in essence say absolutely nothing? Gibberish is abounding and many fall under the spell of that gibberish and gain "guru" status cos no one really understands what they're trying to say and are afraid to admit it.

Oh well, nuff said and thanks for sharing this amazing man with us and his contributions to the world.

Shalom,

Peter



Hello Peter :-)

Well, what can I say new to you about me being here and posting in Adland?! ...

... Back to Eminescu; first I wanted to post another poem for you, which in fact I've already posted here on Adland: GLOSSA - you may find it here, but as a second thought I better choose something of his prose:


Wretched Dionis ...

(of course just a fragment of it, as it is quite a novel and it cannot be posted here entirely ... and I couldn't find it translated all :-( )

"…likewise, if I close one eye, I see my hand smaller than with both eyes. If I had three eyes, I would see it larger, and the more eyes I had, the larger everything around me would seem. Nevertheless, born with thousands of eyes among colossal creatures, all keeping their proportions in relation to myself, they would seem to me neither larger nor smaller than today. Let us imagine the world shrunk to a bullet size, and everything in it analogously reduced; the inhabitants of this world, endowed with our sense organs, would perceive everything the same way and with the same proportions we do. Let us imagine it, caeteris paribus, a thousand times larger—still the same thing: with unchanged proportions, a world a thousandfold larger and a thousandfold smaller would be the same to us. So when I look at objects with one eye I see them smaller; with two, larger; how large are they in the absolute? Who knows if we are not actually living in a microscopic world and only the nature of our eyes makes us see it the size we do?Perhaps each individual sees things differently and hears things differently—and only language, the naming of the object which one sees a certain way and another a different way, unites them inunderstanding.—Language?—No. Maybe each word sounds different to the ears of different people—only the individual, being the same, hears it one way."



...for a larger fragment - the largest I've found you may go here


Hope you like it ... why not look at things with different eyes?! ...
With friendship,
Anamaria



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RE: Eminescu
11/17/2009 12:11:53 PM
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Anamaria! How wonderful this is.

I wasn't aware of this person at all before...and the poetry is truly grand. In To My Critics the translator has managed to convey a different language and mindset even in English.

And Sleepy Birds sings me to sleep like a lullaby.

I won't even elaborate on frost-bite of a kiss....won't forget it either.

Thanks so much for sharing. It's really good to see you.

Judy



Hello Judy :-)

stea-cazatoare.jpg image by gaby-ela

Sorry for only now being back here to you; I very much hope you don't mind as it wasn't on purpose :-(
I'm happy I could bring in something new and beautiful for your soul.
Let me "give" you another gift of Eminescu's pearls:


WITH LIFE'S TOMORROW TIME YOU GRASP

With life's tomorrow time you grasp,
Its yesterdays you fling away,
And still, in spite of all remains
Its long eternity, today.

When one thing goes, another comes
In this wide world by heaven borne;
And when the sun is setting here
'Tis somewhere else just breaking dawn.

It seems somehow that other waves
Are rolling down the same old stream,
And somehow, though the autumns change,
'Tis but the same leaves fall it seem.

Before our night does ever ride
The queen of mornings rosy skies;
While even death is but a guess,
Of life a notion, a surmise.

Of every moment that goes by
One fact each mortal creature knows;
The universe is poised in time
And whirling round for ever goes.

Still, though this year will fly away
And soon but to the bygone add,
Within your soul you ever hold
Each thing of worth you ever had.

With life's tomorrow time you grasp,
Its yesterdays you fling away,
And still, in spite of all remains
Its long eternity, today.

A radiant and brilliant view,
In many rapid glimpses caught,
Of infinite, unending calm,
Bathed in the rays of timeless thought.

Translated by

Corneliu M. Popescu



Its always a pleasure for me to see you too.
With friendship,
Anamaria

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RE: Eminescu
11/17/2009 5:04:14 PM

"It's yesterdays you fling away"........ easier said than done for some of us. Still, I loved the poem - and know the world keeps turning, which, of course really is good for the soul. Thanks for getting back.

Big hug from Seattle

Judy

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