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Stvoření světa (The Creation of the World)

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Chaos! Chaos! — Kdo postihne ty látky,
jež v bezbarvé tu leží ve směsici,
kde asi plyne základ země matky,
kde lávy proud a skály ku měsíci,
kde prvky světla v ohon vlasatici?
Chaos, chaos... jen tma a tma kol čirá,
obrovské světy ve hlubinách spící,
kde stěžeje, na nichž se země vzpírá,
kde oheň věčný jest, jejž ve svém nitru svírá?[1]

Translation:

Chaos! Chaos! Who discerns elements
All cast in hueless compound out of sight?
Where are the pillars of the continents,
The lava flows, alps nearing lunar height,
The sparks that make the comet's tresses bright?
Chaos! Chaos! Darkness in sable dressed,
Titanic worlds, asleep in depths of night —
Where is the axle for the Earth's swift rest?
Where the eternal fire within the planet's breast?

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References

  1. ↑ Vrchlický, Jaroslav (1878). Duch a svět. Básně Jaroslava Vrchlického [The Spirit and the World. Poems by Jaroslav Vrchlický] (3rd ed.). Prague: J. Otta. p. 15.

Uwielbienie (Adoration)

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Umarły jeszcze będę wielbić ciebie!
I nie zapomnę, pod ziemią, czy w niebie,
O twej jasności;
Boś ty mi była, nie próżnem marzeniem,
Nie bańką zmysłów tęczowej nicości,
Lecz byłaś ducha ożywczem pragnieniem
Wiecznej miłości!

Nie otoczyłaś mnie pieszczotą senną,
Ani też falą spłynęłaś płomienną
Na pierś stęsknioną;
Nie wprowadziłaś mnie na róż posłanie,
Gdzie tylko ciała w upojeniu toną:
Lecz mi piękności dałaś pożądanie, —
 Moc nieskończoną.[1]

Translation:

Your death cannot diminish my true love,
Nor dim, should it hail from below, above,
Your light transcending.
You were no futile dream in fever nursed,
An evanescent bubble, bright pretending,
But my soul's water and its thirst
For love unending.

You did not lie by me with limbs entwined,
Break over me — a flood and flame combined —
Hour unto hour;
Never seduced me in sheets strewn with rose
Where fleshly bodies melt in blissful bower.
You fed my lust for beauty: lust which grows
Ever in power.

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References

  1. ↑ El...y [Adam Asnyk’s pseudonym], Poezye. Tom I. Poprzedzony słowem wstępnem. Wydanie nowe z portretem autora, Nakład Gebethnera i Wolffa, Warszawa 1898, p. 118.
Literal translation

Although dead, I will still adore you!
And I will never forget, under the ground or in heaven,
About Your light.
For me you were not a vain dream,
Not a rainbow-coloured bubble of nothingness,
But my soul’s refreshing longing
For eternal love.

You didn’t surround me with caressing in my sleep,
You were not a flaming wave
To cover my breast (chest) waiting,
You didn’t invite me to bed covered with petals of rose,
Where only bodies sink in bliss,
But you gave me lust for beauty,
An everlasting power.

Target article

Likely Sapphic stanza — possibly Adam Asnyk, Hendecasyllable

Target prosody

Two stanzas rhymed aabcbcb. Iambic pentameter, except dimeter with feminine ending for 1st & 3rd "b" line of each stanza.

Target tone

The poem is addressed to a woman. I think it is deeper than romantic love poems.

Discussion

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I know the "hour" line is a bit of a cheat, but I think the rest is reasonably solid ... stanza 1, not so much yet. Phil wink (talk) 04:31, 29 August 2016 (UTC)

First (and possibly final) draft done. I wish I could have hit the mark more often, but I think some lines are good, and I think that the final 2 lines of both stanzas have a good ring to them, leaving the reader with a good taste in the mouth. Thoughts? Phil wink (talk) 18:37, 2 September 2016 (UTC)
  • Also, looks like this needs a <ref>...</ref>. Phil wink (talk) 18:46, 2 September 2016 (UTC)
This is the source of the text from the nineteenth century in Polish with English translation of each word.
Adam Asnyk, Uwielbienie [w:] El...y [Adam Asnyk, pseudonym], Poezye [Poems]. Tom I. [Volume I] Poprzedzony słowem wstępnem [With a foreword]. Wydanie nowe z portretem autora [A new edition with a portrait of the Author], Nakład Gebethnera i Wolffa [Edited by Gebethner and Wolff], Warszawa [Warsaw] 1898, p. 118.
Perhaps it is not much important, but I want to explain that Gebethner and Wolff was a very famous publishing firm at that time, something like Penguin Books or Wordsworth Editions today.
You work quickly, I go some steps after You, but have already added some sections to my sandbox about Sapphic stanza and other strophes derived from this form. (Anagram16 (talk) 00:46, 3 September 2016 (UTC))

Štědrovečerní zvony (Christmas Eve bells)

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"Štědrovečerní zvony"

Z hlubin města spícího v mlze, v stínech
mocným hlasem přes vodu černošatou
sněhem kryté nad stráně v dál se nesou
vánoční zvony.[1]

— Jaroslav Vrchlický (lines 1-4)
Translation:

"Christmas Eve bells"

Out from cities sleeping in fog, through shadows
Calling over waters concealed in sable,
Past the fields and meadows and hills the bells are
Ringing for Christmas.

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References

  1. ↑ Bodláčí z Parnassu. Básně Jaroslava Vrchlického (1890—1900.). Druhé, rozmožené vydání definitivní. Praha: J. Otto, 1900. p. 85
Literal translation

From depths of a city sleeping in fog, through shadows
with strong voice over the water clothed in black,
over the fields (hills) go far
Christmas bells.

Target article

Sapphic stanza? Sapphic stanza in Czech poetry?

Target prosody
/ x / x / x x / x / x  (times 3)
/ x x / x

(no rhyme)

Target tone

The tone of the poem is calm and idyllic, but also solemn and prophetic in last stanzas (there is the image of a Czech baby who can fight against serpents like Heracles and the question: Who can say that the Messiah does not sleep here?)

Discussion

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I think this Sapphic stanza is comparable - as an imitation of Old Greek measure - to Alfred Tennysson's Milton in Alcaics. Perhaps it is not much English with its feminine endings, but it should be somehow unusual, as it is not a common form in its Czech environment, either.

A couple requests, and a comment:
  • Please add a source for the text (you can put it in <ref>...</ref> right at the end of the Czech text above, just as you normally would). If this is the whole poem, then that's enough -- if this is an excerpt, then please note line numbers too.
  • How would you describe the tone of the original? My sense was to go for something like "calm; idyllic", but with just 4 lines, it's hard to be sure whether my call was right.
  • I think you may overestimate the unnaturalness of feminine endings in English verse. Most of our 2-syllable words are paroxytonic, and of course a lot of our 3+ syllable words are too. So (to me, anyway) verses like those above do not sound at all exotic... "sable" is a little unusual, but because of its diction, not its rhythm; likewise "bells are" might be a little unusual, again not because of its rhythm but rather this type of enjambment seems a little modern, more like a bad habit from the 20th century. It is true that in rhymed verse, feminine endings become much more prominent: certainly more self-conscious, sometimes yielding a lighter tone; and it is a challenge for a triple rhyme to be anything other than hilarious (whether intentionally or not). But this is all when feminine endings become feminine rhymes -- not only doubling the number of syllables normally thus emphasized, but also massively limiting the words available in those positions. Then, of course, the degree of self-consciousness created corresponds in part to the frequency of feminine endings: eventually they get tiring, but more quickly in rhymed than blank verse -- and I don't think any poetic trick could get tiring in 4 lines.
Cheers. Phil wink (talk) 20:48, 25 August 2016 (UTC)
1) I added a source.
2) I added lines of the poem (which consists of six stanzas).
3) I don't think all femininine endings are bad in English verse, and I don't think all masculine endings are bad in Polish verse, either. You are right, someone can write a long poem in English using only feminine endings (like Robert Browning in One word more) or in Polish using only masculine endings, when they are unrhymed. But when You read some dozen poems by poets of the "Young Poland" (end of 19th century), who enjoyed using masuline rhymes, You are fed up with that. (22:54, 25 August 2016 (UTC))
Thanks. Re tone: I may try to make it just a little more somber then. Phil wink (talk) 23:50, 25 August 2016 (UTC)
You can experiment, but I think this version is good enough. It is said that Horace, when shooting a bow, hits his aim mostly at the first time. On the other hand, Adam Mickiewicz - as far as I know - made five versions of the first line of "Akerman Steppe", the first of the "Sonnets from the Crimea". Of course, there can be two versions, suitable for different purposes.

Lament XVI

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Nieszczęściu kwoli a swojej żałości,
Która mię prawie przejmuje do kości,
Lutnią i wdzięczny rym porzucić muszę,
Ledwe nie duszę.

Translation:

Since my misfortunes and my daily sorrow
Pervade my body, pricking to the marrow,
My lute lies silent, my fair rhymes forsaken—
My soul, too, shaken.

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References