France Preseren

(3 December 1800 – 8 February 1849 / Vrba)

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France Prešeren was a Slovene Romantic poet. He is considered the Slovene national poet. Although he was not a particularly prolific author, he inspired virtually all Slovene literature thereafter.

Life

He was born 3 December 1800 (Saturday) in the Upper Carniolan village of Vrba, then part of the Habsburg Monarchy (today in Slovenia), to a relatively well-to-do peasant family. Already as a child, he showed considerable talent, so his parents decided to provide him with a good education.

At the age of eight, he was sent to elementary schools in Grosuplje and Ribnica, run by the local Roman Catholic clergy. In 1812, he moved to the Carniolan provincial ... more »

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  • Tom Priestly (4/23/2013 9:44:00 PM)

    I am the co-author of a book of Prešeren's poetry, translated into English. May I ask who is the translator of this version? I am impressed!
    Tom Priestly

  • Tom Priestly (4/23/2013 9:41:00 PM)

    I am the co-author of a book of Prešeren's poetry, translated into English. May I ask who is the translator of this version? I am impressed!

  • Tom Priestly (4/23/2013 9:39:00 PM)

    I was co-author of a book of translations of Prešeren's poetry, including the Wreath of Sonnets. May I ask who is the translator of this version? I am impressed!

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Best Poem of France Preseren

O'Er Thee, Misfortune, I Have Ceased To Wail

O'er thee, Misfortune, I have ceased to wail,
I'll utter no reproaches any more.
Thank God, I'm used to griefs thou hast in store
And to the sufferings in life's strong jail.

No burden can now hurt my shoulders frail;
My lips are used to bitter drinks of yore;
My feet, like leather, are no longer sore,
I dread no thorny path, no irksome trail.

Stiff are my limbs and joints as if confined.
My heart, once sensitive, is hard as stone,
The claims of sorrow have subdued my mind.

All fear is fled; with it all hopes have flown.
Should Fate ...

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