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#Russian poetry
metamorphesque · 3 months
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"Poems are not written...", Andrey Voznesensky (translated by metamorphesque)
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deadpoet-skull · 2 months
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" It was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young, dear reader. "
- Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights
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flowersforfrancis · 7 months
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Forgive me - I am gloomy and boring.
— Anna Akhmatova, Latest Letter.
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arsanimarum · 1 year
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[Except for your eyes, / no blade can control me, / no sharpened knife.]
Vladimir Mayakovsky, Lilichka
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hacked-wtsdz · 5 months
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Modern poetry often doesn’t seem like poetry to me. If you take away the structure and write it down into a normal one-paragraph text, it takes nothing away from the poem. The author could have said it in prose better than in poetry, even. And I know that poetry is a very subjective art, with its edges blurred, with many styles and ways to express oneself. You have haikus and different kinds of rhyming poetry and blank verse. But I’ve seen many poems, and blank verse isn’t the same as putting prose in poetry format.
To me, poetry is allegory. Poetry is symbolism. Poetry is metaphor. Poetry is the ‘wine-dark sea’. You read Whitman or Margaret Atwood or Richard Siken or Mary Oliver or Anna Akhmatova, and you know that if the structure is taken away, you are left with something nearly nonsensical. You think that you’re reading, when in reality you’re looking at a painting and listening to a symphony and watching geese fly to the south.
You read Nikita Gill and think ‘yes, I agree. I agree but I don’t feel anything. You could’ve written for journals, and your talent wouldn’t have gone to waste’.
Not to upset any Nikita Gill fans but i am tired of calling something that only looks like poetry to me poetry.
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elffiw · 5 months
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Dostoevsky knew a lot, but not everything. For example, he thought that if you kill a person, you will become Raskolnikov. And we now know that you can kill five, ten, a hundred people and go to the theater in the evening.
Anna Akhmatova
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maribellablack · 6 months
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"My tenderness, my happiness, what words can I write for you? How strange that although my life’s work is moving a pen over paper, I don’t know how to tell you how I love, how I desire you. Such agitation — and such divine peace: melting clouds immersed in sunshine — mounds of happiness. And I am floating with you, in you, aflame and melting — and a whole life with you is like the movement of clouds, their airy, quiet falls, their lightness and smoothness, and the heavenly variety of outline and tint — my inexplicable love. I cannot express these cirrus-cumulus sensations."
- Vladimir Nabokov's love letter to his wife, Véra ❤️
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hiyutekivigil · 3 months
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anna akhmatova
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lionofchaeronea · 4 months
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In each blessed noon One fateful star trembles, Hinting at the depth of night. --Osip Mandelstam (1891-1938), trans. Clarence Brown and W.S. Merwin
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duskofastraeus · 4 months
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The 2024 dostoyevsky-official challenge:
January: ‘I Loved You – And Maybe Love…’ by Alexander Pushkin
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metamorphesque · 3 months
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"Saga (I won't forget you when I'm gone)", Andrei Voznesensky (translated by metamorphesque)
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princessmacabre · 4 months
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emiliasilverova · 10 months
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I drink to our ruined home, To the evil of my life, To our loneliness together, And I drink to you— To the lying lips that betrayed us, To the dead-cold eyes, And to the harsh realities; That the world is brutal and coarse, That God did not save us. —Anna Akhmatova, ‘The Last Toast’
To kick off Fest, I bring you a Bondalec moodboard, hehe. Is it a foreshadowing of what to expect from me this July? Possibly, yes 👀
The concept of the moodboard comes from ideas I had during @mi6-cafe's Moodboard March, specifically for the prompt ‘reflection’.
I didn't originally intend to include a poem, btw—but @prismatic-bell suggested I add a title or caption as a finishing touch, and xe were quite right, the moodboard's better with it.
Lastly, the translation of the poem is technically by me. I liked this one and this one, but combining them (and also checking the original Russian for tweaks) sounded a lot better to me. I mean, I've come across a whole bloody thesis online arguing that translating this particular poem is homicide... so might as well make the crime scene look good😼(<- is it clear I'm team villains this year? lol)
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arsanimarum · 1 year
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[Against my will, I'll yield this song / To mockery and curses, / Because my soul can't stand the pain / Of love's silences.]
Anna Andreevna Akhmatova
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neo-alpaca · 3 months
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Trying to explain the importance of Pushkin to a non-Russian speaker is like... I don't know how to emphasise the gravity
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elffiw · 6 months
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I was looking for happiness in this woman, and I accidentally found death.
Sergey Esenin
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