tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30829516.post3634520065584594050..comments2024-03-27T03:03:44.660-04:00Comments on Vleeptron_Z: "Bach's Concerto No. 1 in C-Minor" by Turkish poet Nâzim HikmetVleeptron Dudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01913822255924924435noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30829516.post-11011752825552153382010-05-16T00:26:55.856-04:002010-05-16T00:26:55.856-04:00Thanks for sharing. I hope you enjoyed it.
Here i...Thanks for sharing. I hope you enjoyed it.<br /><br />Here is another:<br /><br />On Living<br /><br /><br /> I<br /><br />Living is no laughing matter:<br />you must live with great seriousness<br />like a squirrel, for example--<br />I mean without looking for something beyond and above living,<br />I mean living must be your whole occupation.<br />Living is no laughing matter:<br />you must take it seriously,<br />so much so and to such a degree<br />that, for example, your hands tied behind your back,<br />your back to the wall,<br />or else in a laboratory<br />in your white coat and safety glasses,<br />you can die for people--<br />even for people whose faces you've never seen,<br />even though you know living<br />is the most real, the most beautiful thing.<br />I mean, you must take living so seriously<br />that even at seventy, for example, you'll plant olive trees--<br />and not for your children, either,<br />but because although you fear death you don't believe it,<br />because living, I mean, weighs heavier.<br /><br /><br />II<br /><br />Let's say you're seriously ill, need surgery--<br />which is to say we might not get<br />from the white table.<br />Even though it's impossible not to feel sad<br />about going a little too soon,<br />we'll still laugh at the jokes being told,<br />we'll look out the window to see it's raining,<br />or still wait anxiously<br />for the latest newscast ...<br />Let's say we're at the front--<br />for something worth fighting for, say.<br />There, in the first offensive, on that very day,<br />we might fall on our face, dead.<br />We'll know this with a curious anger,<br />but we'll still worry ourselves to death<br />about the outcome of the war, which could last years.<br />Let's say we're in prison<br />and close to fifty,<br />and we have eighteen more years, say, <br />before the iron doors will open.<br />We'll still live with the outside,<br />with its people and animals, struggle and wind--<br />I mean with the outside beyond the walls.<br />I mean, however and wherever we are,<br />we must live as if we will never die.<br /><br /><br />III<br /><br />This earth will grow cold,<br />a star among stars<br />and one of the smallest,<br />a gilded mote on blue velvet--<br />I mean this, our great earth.<br />This earth will grow cold one day,<br />not like a block of ice<br />or a dead cloud even<br />but like an empty walnut it will roll along<br />in pitch-black space ...<br />You must grieve for this right now<br />--you have to feel this sorrow now--<br />for the world must be loved this much<br />if you're going to say "I lived" ...<br /><br /><br /><br />Trans. by Randy Blasing and Mutlu Konuk (1993) <br /><br />Nazim Hikmetozziehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00258695977554463862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30829516.post-26342563885088307742010-05-15T20:20:06.993-04:002010-05-15T20:20:06.993-04:00Bisnis Online
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