[AccessD] Weekend OT: Russia today by seven years oldboy'seyes...

Hi Arthur,

I think it should get translated well in Russian language as Russian
language is melodic e.g. I'd say this T.S. Elliot gem:

<<<

A DEDICATION TO MY WIFE
by T.S. Eliot

To whom I owe the leaping delight
That quickens my senses in our wakingtime
And the rhythm that governs the repose of our sleepingtime,
the breathing in unison. 
Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other
Who think the same thoughts without need of speech,
And babble the same speech without need of meaning... 

No peevish winter wind shall chill
No sullen tropic sun shall wither
The roses in the rose-garden which is ours and ours only 

But this dedication is for others to read:
These are private words addressed to you in public.

>>>


translated to Russian (here in the bottom of the page
http://www.classic-book.ru/lib/al/book/509 ) sounds even more impressive and
tempting than original at least for me, probably because Russian is my
native language...

I can't find professional translation of "A Martian Sends a Postcard Home" -
I'm sorry what T.S.Elliot book is it from? 

I can try translate by myself but professional translation should be much
better...

I suppose you will like Osip Mandelstam (English:
http://lib.ru/POEZIQ/MANDELSHTAM/tristia_engl.txt (Russian originals are
here: http://lib.ru/POEZIQ/MANDELSHTAM/tristia.txt )) verses:

***

It's so my own and so familiar. What should
I do with this God-given flesh and blood?

For joys so quiet as to live and breathe,
Who will receive my gratitude for these?

I'm both the gardener and flower one,
In this world's dungeons I am not alone.

On the glass of the eternal one can see
The traces of my breath and of the warmth of me.

Henceforth it bears a pattern which is mine
Even to me unknown from recent times.

Let it be drained, the turmoil of the day -
The lovely pattern won't be crossed away.

--
Shamil

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Subject: Re: [AccessD] Weekend OT: Russia today by seven years
oldboy'seyes...

Oops. A typo. I meant Prufrock. And also I forgot to include the title of
this poem. It's titled "A Martian Sends a Postcard Home".

On Sat, Jul 26, 2008 at 11:31 AM, Arthur Fuller
<fuller.artful at gmail.com>wrote:

>  I am wondering how well my favorite poem will translate to Russian. I
> used to think T.S. Eliot the greatest poet of the 20th century (I can
recite
> "Profrock" no problem.) But then I came upon this masterpiece:
>
> <poem>
>
> Caxtons are mechanical birds with many wings
> and some are treasured for their markings -
>
> they cause the eyes to melt
> or the body to shriek without pain.
>
> I have never seen one fly, but
> sometimes they perch on the hand.
>
> Mist is when the sky is tired of flight
> and rests its soft machine on ground:
>
> then the world is dim and bookish
> like engravings under tissue paper.
>
> Rain is when the earth is television.
> It has the property of making colours darker.
>
> Model T is a room with the lock inside -
> a key is turned to free the world
>
> for movement, so quick there is a film
> to watch for anything missed.
>
> But time is tied to the wrist
> or kept in a box, ticking with impatience.
>
> In homes, a haunted apparatus sleeps,
> that snores when you pick it up.
>
> If the ghost cries, they carry it
> to their lips and soothe it to sleep
>
> with sounds. And yet they wake it up
> deliberately, by tickling with a finger.
>
> Only the young are allowed to suffer
> openly. Adults go to a punishment room
>
> with water but nothing to eat.
> They lock the door and suffer the noises
>
> alone. No one is exempt
> and everyone's pain has a different smell.
>
> At night when all the colours die,
> they hide in pairs
>
> and read about themselves -
> in colour, with their eyelids shut.
>
> 	-- Craig Raine
<http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/index_poet_R.html#Raine>
>
> </poem>
>
> It may take you several minutes to work it out, but wow. I wish that I had
> written that.
>
> Arthur