A Tribute To Swedish Poets Poem by ewa espling
A Tribute To Swedish Poets
Kain Boye:
Intellectually and emotionally she was far ahead of her time, and her controversial writings included the novel Crisis, in which she portrayed the religious turmoil of her adolescence and her discovery of her own bisexuality.
She was born in oct 1900 and committed suicide in 1944, She is one of the most read poets in Sweden:
YES, OF COURSE IT HURTS
Yes, of course it hurts when buds are breaking.
Why else would the springtime falter?
Why would all our ardent longing
bind itself in frozen, bitter pallor?
After all, the bud was covered all the winter.
What new thing is it that bursts and wears?
Yes, of course it hurts when buds are breaking,
hurts for that which grows
and that which bars.
Yes, it is hard when drops are falling.
Trembling with fear, and heavy hanging,
cleaving to the twig, and swelling, sliding -
weight draws them down, though they go on clinging.
Hard to be uncertain, afraid and divided,
hard to feel the depths attract and call,
yet sit fast and merely tremble -
hard to want to stay
and want to fall.
Then, when things are worst and nothing helps
the tree's buds break as in rejoicing,
then, when no fear holds back any longer,
down in glitter go the twig's drops plunging,
forget that they were frightened by the new,
forget their fear before the flight unfurled -
feel for a second their greatest safety,
rest in that trust
that creates the world.
Hush Now
Each night on Earth is full of pain.
Hush now, heart.
These hard souls, hard shields
reflect light from the home of the stars.
Your lament makes you weaker.
Hush now, heart.
Mere silence heals, silence cures,
intactly pure and innocently true.
Seek the hot life of torment!
Hush now, heart.
No-one is made strong through wound and
fever.
Light just as steel is heaven's stronghold.
translated by Jenny Nunn:
The Wish
Oh let me live properly
and properly one day to die
so that I move next to reality
in bad as in good.
And let me be still
and respect what I see,
so that must be that
and nothing more.
If from my long life
one day was left,
then I would seek the most beautiful thing
that life on Earth has.
The most beautiful thing on Earth
is honesty,
but it makes loneliness into life
and reality.
So is the wide world
a leaf of a lady's mantle
and in the bowl rests
a clear dropp of water.
The only still drop
is the apple of life's eye.
Oh make me worthy of seeing inside it!
Oh make me pure!
I Know When You Enter...
I know when you enter the room,
I know from within my every nerve your hurried steps,
which no one else notices.
Around me a wind of fire sweeps.
I know your steps, your beloved steps,
and my soul aches.
Though you pace far down the hall,
the air billows from your movement
and sings as the sea sings.
I listen, caught in a consuming desire.
In the rhythm of your rhythm, in keeping with your
pace
my pulse beats in hunger.
I read this poem few times and appreciated much and once again I wish to record my views about it and say, ewa dear..your tribute a poet is raelly a heartfeeling task and very much inspiring and it shows that you have much lace for the concerned poet inside your kind heart... well done, yes the great people should always be remeber as they have shown us the ways to walk on.. the poem has done very professionally, expression is rich and meaningful verses are there.. I really like the intention and respect for the poet you did here..sure your respect is appearing in your alive and sweet words.. hope you write more poems to add here.. thanks for your sweet words about my poetry and friendly concerns.. respect you and your rich and kind words...best of luck and pray for your good health..
listen, caught in a consuming desire. In the rhythm of your rhythm, in keeping with your pace my pulse beats in hunger ewa, madam, so kind of you for sharing lovely and memorable poeme.. it hurts when we here the tragic end of great soul.we canonly lament put pay the greatest homage and try to rhy with the rhy...so nioce one and i liked it most.....10 read mine i am disgrace.....anywhere......butterflies around
Hi Ewa - thanks for sharing your passion for Swedish Poets and Poetry and for submitting the poems in English! In essence you have submitted four very evocative poems - each one of which deserves a 10! I am honoured to be the first to comment and score! Sweden is one of the lovliest countries in the world and the Swedes are very beautiful, gracious and generous - so it is no wonder you produce some elegant poets! YES OF COURSE IT HURTS. The poem anthropomorphises (puts into human experience) The breaking of a bud, the path of drops of water and the breaking out of joy when we face the World in the energy of creation - BEAUTIFUL HUSH NOW. This poem explores the intensity of PAIN, LAMENT and TORMENT and the antidotes from within and without: LIGHT, SILENCE, INNOCENSE and PURITY- EXCELLENT. THE WISH. It evaluates the essence of a life lived PROPERLY a life lived HONESTLY and the concept of the whole essence of life relected in a single dropp of water - AWESOME I KNOW WHEN YOU ENTER. This is a perfect poem because it describes the strength of the empathy two people can have for each other. This is a reflection of perfect love. It thrills - 'Around me a wind of fire sweeps' and it hurts 'My soul aches' it sings 'As the sea sings' it viabrates 'The rhythm of your rhythm' it craves satisfaction 'My pulse beats in hunger' - INCREDIBLE Thanks for four lovely poems - JOHN
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Ewa, you have presented four beautiful poems of Swedish poetess Kain Boye. I really liked them. I have read some Swedish poetry translated into Urdu language too. Here in Pakistan we are already a bit familiar with Swedish literature. Please keep submitting more poetry, your own poems as well if you are a poet.10 for these wonderful poems and for the great job you have done. Thanks and Regards. Naseer