Un sauce de cristal, un chopo de agua,
Del aire al aire, como una red vacía,
The old pond-
a frog jumps in,
sound of water.
When Crow cried his mother's ear
Scorched to a stump.
Too old to carry arms and fight like the others -
Autumn is eating a leaf from my hand: we are friends.
Spring lies desolate.
The velvet-dark ditch
Μή, φίλα ψυχά, βίον ἀθάνατον
σπεῦδε, τὰν δ’ ἔμπρακτον ἄντλει μαχανάν.
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Back home from the streetMy kid welcomes me at the doorThe world is a round eggA friend once told meA crowd of people suddenly emerges on the streetForcibly res
As Parmigianino did it, the right handBigger than the head, thrust at the viewerAnd swerving easily away, as though to protectWhat it advertises. A few leaded p
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
I prefer movies.
I prefer cats.
(Award ceremony speech) Presentation Speech by Professor Anders Olsson, Member of the Swedish Academy, Chairman of the Nobel Committee for Literature
Respectable Mr President,
Not under foreign skies
Nor under foreign wings protected -
In the Jardin des Plantes, Paris
Rainer Maria Rilke
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
About suffering they were never wrong,
The Nobel Prize laureate in literature for this year bears a name of unusual sound, which he chose at first to protect himself from the curious.
How was the first poem written and by whom?
Poetry is about silence. Sometimes it is silence itself. The main quality here is that poetry can deal with hidden and indescribable things in its own way.
(On 29th of March watch a lecture "Age of changes, new opportunities in Kazakh poetry" from Ardak Nurgazy as a part of ‘STYQ Online program.)