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Post by Bonobo on Jan 4, 2020 15:04:59 GMT 1
Which poet wrote about this object? And what is the object like in his series of poems?  |
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Post by Bonobo on Jan 20, 2020 22:37:46 GMT 1
He wrote about a raging bull and got a Nobel for it. In which book?  |
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Post by Bonobo on Nov 27, 2021 20:59:27 GMT 1
Which poet wrote about an axe?  |
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Post by Bonobo on Dec 30, 2021 14:54:49 GMT 1
This photo reminds of which piece of literature?  |
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Post by naukowiec on Dec 30, 2021 19:25:08 GMT 1
Is it the poem Fortepian Szopena?
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Post by Bonobo on Dec 30, 2021 22:30:55 GMT 1
Is it the poem Fortepian Szopena? Yes! Perfect. Norwid. With its immortal motto: The ideal reached the cobblestones! After an attempted assassination of their governor in occupied Warsaw in 1863, Russian troops took revenge and looted a historic palace, throwing Chopin` piano out of the window onto the street below. A good summary of their rule in Poland during partitions........  The poem below - funny, now I see one of my uni teachers - Teresa Bałuk - translated it. www.visegradliterature.net/works/pl/Norwid%2C_Cyprian_Kamil-1821/Fortepian_Szopena/en/1593-Chopin_s_Grand_PianoChopin's Grand Piano (English)
To Antoni C...
La musique est une chose étrange!
Byron
L'arte? ... c'est l'art - et puis,Voilà tout.
Béranger
I
In those near-final days I visited you -
Filled with elusive theme -
Complete as Myth,
Pale as the mist...
When dissipation whispers to the issue of life's stream:
"I shall not tangle you - I shall but sublimate you..."
II
I visited you in those near-final days
When you were growing - from beat to beat -
More like Orpheus' forsaken lyre,
In which still-striking force and song compete
And four still twanging strings inquire,
And faintly chime,
Two a time - two a time
Whisper telling -
"Did he begin
To strike the string...
Or can his Genius play - whilst repelling?"
III
In those days I visited you, Frederic,
Whose hand - for all its mastery
And alabaster pallour - unique
Hand stroking softly, quivering, ostrich-plumed -
To be - I all too hastily assumed
The keyboard ivory...
Like yon noble statue - you -
Whom - before Pygmalion hewed
Out of its marble womb -
The stamp of Genius stained!
IV
And then, when you played - what? said the tones -
what? will they say,
Though stand the echoes might in different array
Than when your own hand's benediction made
Quiver each chord your fingers played -
And when you played, there was such simplicity -
Periclean - perfection - sublime
As if some Virtue from Antiquity
Stepped into a country cottage's confine
And on the simple threshold swore:
"This day in Heaven I was reborn:
The cottage door - a harp to me;
My ribbons - the winding lane;
The Holy Host - in the corn I venerate
And Emmanuel will reign
On Tabor incarnate!"
V
And therein was Poland - to the crown
Of Omniperfection's reign restored.
Dazzled - in delights that drown
Despair - Poland - the Wheelwright's House transformed!
The same dear Poland
Honey-golden!...
(I could ne'er mistake her - though at life's brow...)
VI
And now - your hymn complete - your music mute -
No more I'll see you - but what? is that there
I hear ... as if a child's dispute - -
No more, but just the keys still chatter,
About the uncompleted rhyme
Shuffling final echoes spell
- Five a time - eight a time -
Rustling, "Did he begin? To play or to repel?"
VII
O You! In whom Love's Profile chooses to abide
And Art's Perfection is your name -
You! who assemble in the ranks of Style
And fashion stone, penetrate the song's refrain...
O You! in History's course confirmed as Age;
Though Spirit and Letter surpass History's crest,
Yet wedded inscribe into her page
Your nomen: Consummatum est...
O You! - Perfection - attained -
Whatever - wherever - your mark may be
In Phidias? In David? In Chopin's hand recumbent?
Or in Aeschylos' amphitheatre abundant?
Avenged - always - by the spite of INSUFFICIENCY!
The wretched birthmark of this world is Lack
Him? ... Perfection irks -
Prefers - to undo Perfection's works -
Arrests the germination of Art's Act...
- One? ... who ripened like a golden comet-sheaf,
Let once the astral-wind contact his train,
Soon stream away his tears of grain:
Perfection makes his glory brief.
VIII
For look - look now, Frederic... This is Warsaw
Under a star ablaze -
Strange gaudy eyesore
Look, the Parish organs! Look! Where you were raised!
There - the patricians' houses - old
As the Publica Res;
Pavements of the squares grey and cold,
Annd Zygmunt's sword in its cloudy crest.
IX
Look! From street to street
Charge Caucasian steeds
Like a storm-spurned starling fleet
Charging the horses speed -
A hundred a time - a hundred a time,
Flames swelling the building, - then dying down
Blazing again - and then - look now!
I see rifle butts pointing at the brow
Of bereaved widows -
And then I see, though through a wall of
Blinding smoke, at the porch, colonnade
A tumbril-like object swayed
To and fro... to and fro... - fallen! Your piano has fallen!
X
He!... who proclaimed Poland from the height
Of Omniperfection's eternal form
And wrought with a hymn of delight -
A Poland of the Wheelwright's House transformed -
He - has fallen - into the mud-bespattered night!
And now, like the wise saying of the Sage,
He lies trampled by the people's wrath,
Or like all that which - from age
To age - shall summon forth!
And now, like Orpheus' body,
A thousand Passions dismember his corpse
Each one groaning, "Not me!
Not me!" through grinding jaws.
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But you? - But I? Let us sound judgement tones,
Call forth: "Rejoice, late-coming posterity!
The vulgar street - screech muted stones -
The Ideal - has inherited."Bałuk, Teresa  |
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Post by naukowiec on Jan 2, 2022 16:28:44 GMT 1
now I see one of my uni teachers - Teresa Bałuk - translated it. Thanks to both of you! I'm glad the piano has been preserved but it certainly was well and truly damaged in the fall  It means there are still 3 unsolved riddles pending in this thread..... |
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Post by naukowiec on Jan 4, 2022 16:53:46 GMT 1
Which poet wrote about this object? Konstanty Gałczyński? what is the object like in his series of poems? Enchanted carriage, coachman and horse? Not exactly sure what you're looking for or even if I have the right poet..... |
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Post by Bonobo on Jan 6, 2022 15:05:38 GMT 1
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Post by naukowiec on Jan 9, 2022 9:32:30 GMT 1
It means there are still 3 unsolved riddles pending in this thread. Three? The axe and the bull are unsolved but I can't see another. I have tried and failed to come up with anything for the axe and bull... |
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Post by Bonobo on Jan 9, 2022 18:48:56 GMT 1
It means there are still 3 unsolved riddles pending in this thread. Three? The axe and the bull are unsolved but I can't see another. I have tried and failed to come up with anything for the axe and bull... There had been three before you solved horse carriage one. Hints - the bull of aurochs species. Axe appears in a poem for kids. |
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Post by naukowiec on Jan 16, 2022 20:38:31 GMT 1
the bull of aurochs species All I know about Aurochs is that they're extinct. I've searched in both Polish and English now and can't find anything about these poets |
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Post by Bonobo on Jan 18, 2022 18:52:12 GMT 1
the bull of aurochs species All I know about Aurochs is that they're extinct. I've searched in both Polish and English now and can't find anything about these poets Oops, again misunderstanding. I didn`t say the auroch/bull appears in a poem. No - the axe does. The bull is in a famous novel. |
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Post by naukowiec on Jan 29, 2022 20:21:46 GMT 1
The bull is in a famous novel. Quo Vadis - Henryk Sienkiewicz |
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Post by Bonobo on Jan 30, 2022 15:25:14 GMT 1
Yes! And the axe is used in the poem as a small axe. Axeling. |
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