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İ Love YOU poem.
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08 Nov 2006 Wed 04:40 am |
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So lovely,really its the language of love 
Thank you Slavica
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08 Nov 2006 Wed 04:41 am |
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So lovely catwoman
and thank you ,
Btw,can you please post it in Polish too ?
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08 Nov 2006 Wed 05:05 am |
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Quoting catwoman:
Well, I wish I knew the cool editing tricks that Slavica knows... it would look so much better  . |
Well, I must admit that I’ve stolen couple of HTML codes from Sophie  Anyway, both Wislawa Szymborska and our Lady Admin deserve this:
Podziękowanie
Wiele zawdzięczam
tym, których nie kocham.
Ulgę, z jaką się godzę,
że bliżsi są komuś innemu.
Radość, że nie ja jestem
wilkiem ich owieczek.
Pokój mi z nimi
i wolność mi z nimi,
a tego miłość ani dać nie może,
ani brać nie potrafi.
Nie czekam na nich
od okna do drzwi.
Cierpliwa
prawie jak słoneczny zegar,
rozumiem
czego miłość nie rozumie,
wybaczam,
czego miłość nie wybaczyłaby nigdy.
Od spotkania do listu
nie wieczność upływa,
ale po prostu kilka dni albo tygodni.
Podróże z nimi zawsze są udane,
koncerty wysłuchane,
katedry zwiedzone,
krajobrazy wyraźne.
A kiedy nas rozdziela
siedem gór i rzek,
są to góry i rzeki
dobrze znane z mapy.
Ich jest zasługę,
jeżeli żyję w trzech wymiarach,
w przestrzeni nielirycznej i nieretorycznej,
z prawdziwym, bo ruchomym horyzontem.
Sami nie wiedzą,
ile niosą w rękach pustych.
'Nic im nie jestem winna' -
powiedziałaby miłość
na ten otwarty temat.
Wisława Szymborska
Thank You Note
I owe a lot to those I don't love.
Relief, with which I approve
that they are closer to someone else.
Joy that it's not me who the wolf
among their sheeps.
I have peace with them
and I am free with them,
and this is what love can
neither give nor take.
I don't wait for them
from window to door.
Patient
almost like a solar clock,
I understand
what love doesn't,
I forgive,
what love would never forgive.
Between a meeting and a letter
there is not an eternity,
but simply a few days or weeks.
My journeys with them are always successful,
concerts heard,
cathedrals visited,
landscapes clear.
And when we're separated
by seven mountains and rivers,
they are mountains and rivers
well known from the maps.
It's only thanks to them,
that I live in three dimensions,
in space unlyrical and unrhetorical,
with real since stable horizon.
They don't know themselves,
how much they carry in their empty hands.
'I don't owe them anything' -
love would say
about this open topic.
Wislawa Szymborska
Teşekkür Notu
Sevmediğim insanlara çok şey borçluyum.
İyi ki başka birilerine
benden daha yakınlar.
İyi ki onların kuzuları arasındaki
kurt ben değilim.
Onlarla iyi geçinirim
ve onlara karşı hürüm,
oysa aşk bunu ne sağlayabilir
ne de yok edebilir.
Onlar için beklemem
kapılarda, pencerelerde.
Sabırlıyımdır,
neredeyse bir güneş saati gibi.
Anlarım,
aşkın anlayamadığını.
Affederim,
aşkın asla affetmeyeceklerini.
Bir toplantıyla mektup arasında geçen
sonsuzluk değildir,
sadece birkaç gün ya da bir haftadır.
Onlarla yolculuklarım hep başarılı olur,
konserlere gidilir,
katedraller gezilir,
farklı yerler görülür.
Ve ayrıldığımızda
yedi dağ ve ırmakla,
aramızdaki sadece dağ ve ırmaklardır
haritalardan tanıdığımız.
Onlara sadece teşekkür edebilirim,
üç boyutta yaşadığım için,
şairane ve güzel sözlerle dolu olmayan,
gerçek ve kararlı ufuklarla.
Onlar kendi değerlerini bilmiyorlar,
Boş ellerinde ne kadar çok şey taşıdıklarını.
Bu ilginç konuda
aşk şÃ¶yle derdi:
'Onlara hiçbir şey borçlu değilim'.
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08 Nov 2006 Wed 10:05 pm |
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When it comes to love and pain, although I do appreciate Szymborska, I prefer a different Polish poet - Jan Brzechwa. I know you already have a poem in Polish Canli but I think this one is definitely worth reading:
Jan Brzechwa
Wyznanie
Piersiom twoim hosanna! I pogarda światom,
Co bogów swoich wielbią w obojętnym niebie,
Bo ja, choć lichszy jestem niż najlichszy atom,
Żyć nie mogę bez ciebie ni umrzeć bez ciebie!
Na wieczność odsączyłaś krew od mego serca,
Co wszystko ci za wszystkich pragnęło przebaczyć;
Nie tyś je uśmierciła, bo cud nie uśmierca,
Jeno los, co mi nie dał znów ciebie zobaczyć.
Ja wiem, że będziesz łzami znaczyła wspomnienia
Burzy, co błyskawicą dwie otchłanie łączy,
Lecz ja nie znajdę nigdy w twych łzach ukojenia,
Bo rozpacz nie ma końca. I już się nie skończy!
Tak cierpię, że nieledwie umieram pomału,
I nie ma już modlitwy na mych wargach drżących...
Piersiom twoim hosanna! I zbawienie ciału.
I litość wiekuista dla serc miłujących!
Jan Brzechwa
Confession
Praise to your breast! Scourn to the worlds
Which worship their gods in indifferent heaven
As I, though smaller I am than the smallest atom,
Neither live nor die can I without you!
For eternity you’ve driven blood from my heart
Which on everyone’s behalf desired to bid you forgiveness
You have not killed it, for miracles don’t kill
But the fate that let me see you one more time
I know that with tears you’ll mark the memories
Of the storm that connects two abysses with a lighting
But I shall ever find no comfort in your tears
As despair knows no end, it will never end.
I’m in such pain that I’m slowly dying
And there is no more prayer on my trembling lips
Praise to your breast! Salvation for your flesh.
And eternal pity for the loving hearts!
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08 Nov 2006 Wed 10:13 pm |
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TRIAL
TRIAL
TRIAL
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08 Nov 2006 Wed 10:20 pm |
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Liefde
Liefde is het niet meer weten
waar te zoeken of te gaan
Liefde is heel moeilijk te vergeten
Als het ophoudt te bestaan
Lodewijk Otto Huisinga (1958-1976)
Love
Love is not to know
Where to search or where to go
Love is difficult to forget
When it does not more exists
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08 Nov 2006 Wed 10:22 pm |
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It is true
I love you
But nevertheless
my people I can't forget
Cyrano de Bergerac
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08 Nov 2006 Wed 10:38 pm |
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Not a love poem for a person, but one for my country - one of the most beautiful text I have ever heard.
Een volk dat voor tirannen zwicht
zal meer dan lijf en goed verliezen
Dan dooft het licht
H.M. van Randwijk (1909-1966)
A nation giving in to tirans
will lose more than just material things
the lights are fading to darkness
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08 Nov 2006 Wed 10:53 pm |
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Quoting Daydreamer: I know you already have a poem in Polish Canli but I think this one is definitely worth reading
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As i said Daydreamer,
None get enough of love
Thank you for the lovely poem,and if you have more,please feel free to share them,
We'de love to read it.
As if it is part of your own Country talking to us about love
So lovely .
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, oh, that was so sweet of you 
. Doesn't it look so much better? 