Off topic: Happy Thanksgiving!
Thread poster: Jacek Krankowski (X)
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English to Polish
Spotted today in a September 2001 issue of The New Yorker:
TRY TO PRAISE THE MUTILATED WORLD
Try to praise the mutilated world.
Remember June\'s long days,
and wild strawberries, drops of wine, the dew.
The nettles that methodically overgrow
the abandoned homesteads of exiles.
You must praise the mutilated world.
You watched the stylish yachts and ships;
one of them had a long trip ahead of it,
while salty oblivion awaited others.
You\'ve seen the refugees heading nowhere,
you\'ve heard the executioners sing joyfully.
You should praise the mutilated world.
Remember the moments when we were together
in a white room and the curtain fluttered.
Return in thought to the concert where music flared.
You gathered acorns in the park in autumn
and leaves eddied over the earth\'s scars.
Praise the mutilated world
and the gray feather a thrush lost,
and the gentle light that strays and vanishes
(Translated from Polish by Clare Cavanagh)
Yesterday, in an article entitled \"A New Thanksgiving Tradition: Ingratitude,\" The New York Times wrote that Americans have always had trouble saying thank you: \"Last year, national tragedy prompted some into the Pilgrim-like reflection that, horrible as things were, one should give thanks that they were not worse. Why are bad times the only times we can appreciate what we have?\"
(Judith Martin, author of \"Star-Spangled Manners...\"
Is that true?
Happy holiday to all my American friends!
I dedicate to you another Polish poem, by Czeslaw Milosz who for so many years lived in your land and won Nobel Prize here:
THE SECOND SPACE
The heavenly halls are so spacious!
Ascend to them on stairs of air.
Above white clouds the hanging celestial gardens.
A soul tears away from the body and soars.
It remembers that there\'s up and down.
Have we really lost faith in a second space?
They\'ve dissolved, disappeared, both Heaven and Hell?
Without unearthly meadows how will one meet salvation?
Where will the gathering of the damned find its abode?
Let us weep, lament the enormous loss.
Let us smear our faces with coal, disarrange our hair.
Let us implore, so that it is returned to us,
The second space.
(Translated, from the Polish, by the author, Robert Hass, and Renata Gorczynski; in: The New Yorker, Nov. 4, 2002)
[ This Message was edited by: on 2002-11-28 15:42 ]
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Thanks, Jacek, for the beautiful poems, and Happy Thanksgiving to all,
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