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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  • Rookie 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

  • Rookie 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!

  • Rookie 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

A Wreath Of Sonnets (7/14)

Above them savage peaks the mountains raise,
Like those which once were charmed by the refrain
Of Orpheus, when his lyre stirred hill and plain,
And Haemus' crags and the wild folk of Thrace.

Ah, would, to cure the dearth of these our days,
An Orpheus dowered with song of native strain
Were sent to us that all Slovenes might gain
Fresh fire to set their frozen hearts ablaze.

His words might kindle thoughts that would remind
Us of lost pride of race; discord would cease;
Our people in one nation then combined

Would see that feuds no longer ...

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