Waiting for DSL...
Feb. 9th, 2004 09:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Was very tiresome.
But now we have got it. Shall I go and comment on everything I missed in last two weeks? Probably. The idea behind getting DSL was to use it for the benefit of humankind, and not for sheer entertainment. Hence I have to make sure that the humankind will benefit from this activity of mine.
But what have I accomplished in the last week?
I’ve written a poem. I don’t write as much as before, and every time I am actually happy with the end result, it is a major event of my inner life. So, this time I am more or less happy. I probably will revise it, of course, but for now I am content. It’s been a habit of mine to write a poem while thinking about writing a story. A poem is short, and I don’t have to worry about detailed plot and multiple characters. Hence lots of thought out but still not written stories.
I was thinking – to post or not it here, then decided that LJ is perfectly suited for such thing as indulging oneself in illusion of one’s wonderful literary talent. Besides, not many people around here can prove otherwise since it is in Russian.
Артемида-Охотница, легконогая лучница
(коль не вышло сегодня, значит завтра получится).
Её юная вечность и смертельная грация...
Где граница меж снами, охотой и танцами?
Отступает беспечность перед мыслью встревоженною,
И ведут в бесконечность все тропинки нехоженые,
И стрела оперенная поразит цель безжалостно,
Но сменяется воля неизбежной усталостью.
Одиночество прячется за осанкою грозною,
Но сомнения слышит только ночь яснозвездная.
День как век для богини, век как день, если хочется.
Свою жизнь, свою землю, угодья охотничьи
Созерцает дочь лета – бессмертья заложница:
Легконогая лучница, Артемида-Охотница.
But now we have got it. Shall I go and comment on everything I missed in last two weeks? Probably. The idea behind getting DSL was to use it for the benefit of humankind, and not for sheer entertainment. Hence I have to make sure that the humankind will benefit from this activity of mine.
But what have I accomplished in the last week?
I’ve written a poem. I don’t write as much as before, and every time I am actually happy with the end result, it is a major event of my inner life. So, this time I am more or less happy. I probably will revise it, of course, but for now I am content. It’s been a habit of mine to write a poem while thinking about writing a story. A poem is short, and I don’t have to worry about detailed plot and multiple characters. Hence lots of thought out but still not written stories.
I was thinking – to post or not it here, then decided that LJ is perfectly suited for such thing as indulging oneself in illusion of one’s wonderful literary talent. Besides, not many people around here can prove otherwise since it is in Russian.
Артемида-Охотница, легконогая лучница
(коль не вышло сегодня, значит завтра получится).
Её юная вечность и смертельная грация...
Где граница меж снами, охотой и танцами?
Отступает беспечность перед мыслью встревоженною,
И ведут в бесконечность все тропинки нехоженые,
И стрела оперенная поразит цель безжалостно,
Но сменяется воля неизбежной усталостью.
Одиночество прячется за осанкою грозною,
Но сомнения слышит только ночь яснозвездная.
День как век для богини, век как день, если хочется.
Свою жизнь, свою землю, угодья охотничьи
Созерцает дочь лета – бессмертья заложница:
Легконогая лучница, Артемида-Охотница.
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Date: 2004-02-09 06:45 pm (UTC)I feel all accomplished because I can sound it out, even though a)I probably get a lot wrong, and b) I have no idea what it means. But it's lovely to look at.
This is one of the rare instances when I'd actually listen to an embedded sound file.
Re:
Date: 2004-02-09 07:03 pm (UTC)If I ever do sound file (I think they are available only for paid accounts) I may repeat it. I am really glad that you like the way it look, because I am deeply curious about perceptions of poetry in different languages. And I have to say - my relationships with English poetry are uneasy ones.
What the poem is about? Artemis. No plot, just images that appeared in my head and didn't want to leave.