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  1. 5 out of 5

    Magdalen

    Ο μαύρος άνθρωπος Ο μαύρος άνθρωπος Με κοιτάζει έντονα. Και τα μάτια του θαμπώνουν. Από ένα ξερασμένο μπλε. Φαίνεται να μου λέει ότι είμαι ένας ληστής και ένας κλέφτης και ξεδιάντροπα ξεγύμνωσα δεν ξέρω ποιον Φίλε, φίλε μου. είμαι πολύ άρρωστος. δεν ξέρω από που μου έρχεται ο πόνος ή είναι ο άνεμος που σφυρίζει πάνω στον έρημο και άδειο αγρό ή όπως στο δάσος τον Σεπτέμβρη Πλημμυρίζει τα μυαλά και το αλκοόλ Λατρεύω τον Γεσένιν, να το πω εξαρχής, αλλά θα είμαι αντικειμενική. Απ’ όσους (Ρώσους) ποιητές Ο μαύρος άνθρωπος Ο μαύρος άνθρωπος Με κοιτάζει έντονα. Και τα μάτια του θαμπώνουν. Από ένα ξερασμένο μπλε. Φαίνεται να μου λέει ότι είμαι ένας ληστής και ένας κλέφτης και ξεδιάντροπα ξεγύμνωσα δεν ξέρω ποιον Φίλε, φίλε μου. είμαι πολύ άρρωστος. δεν ξέρω από που μου έρχεται ο πόνος ή είναι ο άνεμος που σφυρίζει πάνω στον έρημο και άδειο αγρό ή όπως στο δάσος τον Σεπτέμβρη Πλημμυρίζει τα μυαλά και το αλκοόλ Λατρεύω τον Γεσένιν, να το πω εξαρχής, αλλά θα είμαι αντικειμενική. Απ’ όσους (Ρώσους) ποιητές έχω διαβάσει ο Γεσένιν (αυτοί οι 4-5) είναι αυτός που με άγγιξε περισσότερο. Δεν ξέρω αν έχετε διαβάσει ποτέ κάτι που να σας προκαλεί σωματικό πόνο και να σας κάνει να νιώσετε κάπως άβολα γιατί μπορείτε να ταυτιστείτε. Δεν θα σταματήσει ποτέ να μου προκαλεί δέος και εντύπωση η άνεση με την οποία έγραφε ο Γεσένιν για τον θάνατο. Συγκεκριμένα στο «Κουράστηκα να ζω» γράφει : «Θα γυρίσω στο πατρικό σπίτι Να χαρώ τη χαρά του άλλου και μια πράσινη νύχτα, κάτω από το παράθυρο με το μανίκι του πουκαμίσου μου θα κρεμαστώ» Και αναρωτιέμαι ήταν αυτό τραγική ειρωνεία ή μια προειδοποίηση; Όπως και να ‘χει, τα θέματα του θανάτου και της απογοήτευσης βρίθουν στη συγκεκριμένη έκδοση. Δεν ξέρω ποιο να πρωτοπιάσω; Τον «Μαύρο Άνθρωπο» το «Κουράστηκα να ζω» το «Η ζωή μου» το «Πίσω από τον συννεφιασμένο ορίζοντα»; Ο Γεσένιν χρησιμοποιεί έντονο λυρισμό, κάτι που απεχθάνομαι, αλλά το κάνει με έναν τρόπο που με αφήνει άφωνη και τελικά τα λατρεύω. Ήταν μια ταλαιπωρημένη ψυχή, παρ’ όλο που φαινομενικά τα είχε όλα, ομορφιά, ταλέντο, φήμη, γυναίκες και άντρες να πέφτουν στα πόδια του, αλλά με τα σημερινά δεδομένα θα χαρακτηριζόταν διπολικός και καταθλιπτικός.( ειδικά στον Μαύρο άνθρωπο φαίνονται έντονα οι διαταραχές του) Η ζωή μου «Tώρα ξέρω ότι η ζωή είναι απογοήτευση, και παρ’ όλα αυτά Δεν θέλω να παραπονούμαι για κακή τύχη και ατυχία Έτσι η ψυχή μου δεν θα υποφέρει από θλίψη και στεναχώρια Κανείς δεν μπορεί ποτέ να με βοηθήσει ν’ ανακουφιστώ από τα βάσανα» Τα δάκρυα «Τα δάκρυα…και πάλι αυτά τα πικρά δάκρυα Για σπασμένα όνειρα που πέταξαν μακριά Για φοβερές θλίψεις που τίποτα δεν χαροποιούν Για νέα σκοτάδια που τίποτα δεν τα εμποδίζει Τι είναι να έρθει; Περισσότερα τέτοια βάσανα; Όχι, αρκετά… Ήρθε ώρα να ξεκουραστούν, ας πάει Και να ξεχάσουμε τους ήχους του θρήνου» Στην συγκεκριμένη έκδοση παρατήρησα πως τα ποιήματα -κατά πάσα πιθανότητα- μεταφράστηκαν από τα αγγλικά και όχι από το πρωτότυπο, χωρίς να σημαίνει αυτό πως χάνεται η μαεστρία του Γεσένιν έτσι, χάνεται, ωστόσο, η δομή του ποιήματος. ΔΕΝ ΥΠΟΒΑΘΜΙΣΤΗΚΑΝ τα ποιήματα σε καμία περίπτωση και ίσα ίσα να πούμε και ευχαριστώ στον κύριο Σουλιώτη που ασχολήθηκε τα μετέφρασε και δημιούργησε την ποιητική αυτή συλλογή για τους Έλληνες αναγνώστες. Είναι μια υπέροχη (όπως το πάρει κανείς δηλαδή) ποιητική συλλογή με πλούσιο φωτογραφικό υλικό καθώς επίσης και διάφορες πληροφορίες για τη ζωή του Γεσένιν. Προσωπικά, το έχω υπογραμμίσει σχεδόν όλο. ΥΓ: Έχει και ερωτικά και χαρούμενα ποιήματα αν μη τι άλλον, απλώς ο καθένας δίνει προσοχή σε ότι του αρέσει περισσότερο.

  2. 4 out of 5

    Lukáš Palán

    Jelikoz mam od malicka rad Jesenku, rozhodl jsem se, ze si konecne prectu neco od zakladatele tovarny, pana Jesenina. Basnicky to byly dobry a to ja poznam, protoze v poznavani veci jsem docela dobrej. Obecne poznam docela dost veci kdyz mi je ukazete, auto, lednicku, okurek, koroptev a tak dale. Ale o tom vas, obycejny lidi, tady nebudu presvedcovat. Nejvic me fascinovalo, ze me Jesenin dokazal vykouzlit diru do palice i kdyz psal basnicky o zviratech u nich na dvorku, slavne flaky jako treba Kr Jelikoz mam od malicka rad Jesenku, rozhodl jsem se, ze si konecne prectu neco od zakladatele tovarny, pana Jesenina. Basnicky to byly dobry a to ja poznam, protoze v poznavani veci jsem docela dobrej. Obecne poznam docela dost veci kdyz mi je ukazete, auto, lednicku, okurek, koroptev a tak dale. Ale o tom vas, obycejny lidi, tady nebudu presvedcovat. Nejvic me fascinovalo, ze me Jesenin dokazal vykouzlit diru do palice i kdyz psal basnicky o zviratech u nich na dvorku, slavne flaky jako treba Krava, nebo Pes. Taky potesila dlouha basnicka o vynalezci puku Pugacevovi, ten je uz od Kapitanovy dcerky od Puskina muj oblibeny rebel, spolecne se Sagvanem Toffife. No a v neposledni rade musim pochvalit fakt, ze Jesenin psal tak dobre, ze jsem na par mikrosekund dokonce pomyslel, ze je Maticka Rus mozna opravdu skvela zeme (oslavne basne na pole a louky tu zabiraji tak 50%) -zeme to mozna hezka je, ale skoda, ze v ni ziji Rusove a ne treba Belgicani. 8,5/10 EDIT: Az v doslovu jsem se docetl, ze kdyz Jeseninovi na hotelovym pokoji dosel inkoust, rozrizl si ruku a zacal psat basnicky vlastni krvi - tak to musim zvednout na 10/10.

  3. 4 out of 5

    Brett Francis

    I loved watching his progression from younger nature/landscape poet to the loving poems in later years. I especially liked the latter. Normally I am not a fan of rhyming poems, but there were a few pieces in here that really grabbed me. A wonderful poet to read, and I'm very thankful for my colleague who lent me the book.

  4. 4 out of 5

    Trufa

    Pe drept cuvânt spune Lucian Raicu în prefața cărții "Cu câtă viață moare Esenin!", căci deși în repetate rânduri acesta își resimte sfârșitul, niciunul nu e lipsit de o puternică dorință de a trăi, de a iubi oamenii și de a-i înțelege. Visând la streang și la cuțit, el întrevede în același timp neputința de a mai găsi pe alta lume cele ce se găsesc aici: "Acolo știu că nu foșnește-n zări Cu gâturi lungi de lebădă secara... De asta-n preajma tainicei plecări Eu mă-nfior și-mi simt adânc povara. Acolo Pe drept cuvânt spune Lucian Raicu în prefața cărții "Cu câtă viață moare Esenin!", căci deși în repetate rânduri acesta își resimte sfârșitul, niciunul nu e lipsit de o puternică dorință de a trăi, de a iubi oamenii și de a-i înțelege. Visând la streang și la cuțit, el întrevede în același timp neputința de a mai găsi pe alta lume cele ce se găsesc aici: "Acolo știu că nu foșnește-n zări Cu gâturi lungi de lebădă secara... De asta-n preajma tainicei plecări Eu mă-nfior și-mi simt adânc povara. Acolo, știu că nu vor mai fi fagi, Nici holdele cu aur viu pe nume... De asta poate mi-s așa de dragi, Toți oamenii cu care trec prin lume." Dar lumea asta nu îl poate mulțumi căci tainele ei îi rămân ascunse iar iubirea nu reușește să-l scape de neliniști: "Poartă-n ochi seninul. Poartă noaptea-n păr. Nu i-am spus iubitei nici un adevăr. M-a-ntrebat: “Afară viscolu-i buimac? Să-ncălzesc căminul, patul să ţi-l fac?” Am răspuns iubitei: “Azi, prin vînt şi ger, Cineva flori albe leapădă din cer. Poţi aşterne patul şi sufla-n cămin, Eu şi fără tine sunt de viscol plin." Chiar și-ajuns prin cei mai mari poeți ai Rusiei, această ultimă armă îl descumpănește căci nu pare să schimbe nimic, iar Esenin refuză să se iluzioneze în privința artei, alegând să moară de boala adevărului și de propria mână: "Ah! Mi-s foarte dragi poeţii! Şleahtă de caraghioşi. Eu îmi amintesc povestea cunoscută şi banală Cum unei studente, Pline pe obraz de coşi, Din mers O hâzănie pletoasă, ros de poftă sexuală, Îi vorbeşte prins de vervă Tocmai despre univers." Atât. Esenin nu e de analizat, e ce citit și simțit. E unul dintre poeții pe care, dacă vreun Dumnezeu există, chiar aș vrea să-l odihnească-n pace.

  5. 5 out of 5

    Costin Ivan

    Catrenul preferat: „Și mi-a răspuns zaraful prinzându-mă de haină: În dragoste cuvântul e de prisos oricând, În dragoste se tace sau se suspină-n taină, Vorbesc doar ochii umezi mistuitor arzând.”

  6. 5 out of 5

    Померанцевое

    The poetry of one of my beloved poets in a poor, criminal translation ! I stopped reading on the page 96. I couldn't. This is simply outrageous. Example: “ Как снежинка белая, в просини я таю Да к судьбе-разлучнице след свой заметаю. “ Is translated as: "Like а white snowflake I melt into blueness, hiding Traces of my passage from Fate, the great divider." When Yesenin clearly says "to" the Fate-divider, but not from and no "great". It changes the meaning quite a bit ! And how ugly and primitive the The poetry of one of my beloved poets in a poor, criminal translation ! I stopped reading on the page 96. I couldn't. This is simply outrageous. Example: “ Как снежинка белая, в просини я таю Да к судьбе-разлучнице след свой заметаю. “ Is translated as: "Like а white snowflake I melt into blueness, hiding Traces of my passage from Fate, the great divider." When Yesenin clearly says "to" the Fate-divider, but not from and no "great". It changes the meaning quite a bit ! And how ugly and primitive the whole translation sounds in comparison with a stream-like lines of Yesenin ... One more: "Со снопом волос твоих овсяных Отоснилась ты мне навсегда. " is translated as: " With your hair а sheaf of golden oatstraw You have vanished from my dreams for good. " "for good " !?! One more: "Зерна глаз твоих осыпались, завяли, Имя тонкое растаяло, как звук, Но остался в складках смятой шали Запах меда от невинных рук." is translated as: "Now the seed grain of your eyes has scattered, shriveled, Your delicate name has melted like а sound, Though the scent of your pure honey fingers In the folds of а creased shawl is found." HUH !?! You made the beauty of the Yesenin's language sound like some cheap pornography ! I am not even talking about the total lack of the rhyme anywhere ! Vladimir Nabokov wrote brilliantly about such "translators": "Three grades of evil can be discerned in the queer world of verbal transmigration. The first, and lesser one, comprises obvious errors due to ignorance or misguided knowledge. This is mere human frailty and thus excusable. The next step to Hell is taken by the translator who intentionally skips words or passages that he does not bother to understand or that might seem obscure or obscene to vaguely imagined readers; he accepts the blank look that his dictionary gives him without any qualms; or subjects scholarship to primness: he is as ready to know less than the author as he is to think he knows better. The third, and worst, degree of turpitude is reached when a masterpiece is planished and patted into such a shape, vilely beautified in such a fashion as to conform to the notions and prejudices of a given public. This is a crime, to be punished by the stocks as plagiarists were in the shoebuckle days." (Vladimir Nabokov. "Lectures on Russian literature")

  7. 5 out of 5

    ~

    An excellent collection of poems, but I really dislike some of the translations. Take Esenin's final poem, the one he wrote in blood: (Tempest's translation) Aurevoir, my friend, aurevoir. Dear fellow, you're here in my breast. We have to part now, but this hour To a forthcoming meeting attests. Aurevoir, friend, no comment is due. Your gaze let no sorrow obscure-- In this life of ours dying's not new, Nor is living, of course, any newer. (Wikipedia translation, not sure of the translator) Farewell, my goo An excellent collection of poems, but I really dislike some of the translations. Take Esenin's final poem, the one he wrote in blood: (Tempest's translation) Aurevoir, my friend, aurevoir. Dear fellow, you're here in my breast. We have to part now, but this hour To a forthcoming meeting attests. Aurevoir, friend, no comment is due. Your gaze let no sorrow obscure-- In this life of ours dying's not new, Nor is living, of course, any newer. (Wikipedia translation, not sure of the translator) Farewell, my good friend, farewell. In my heart, forever, you’ll stay. May the fated parting foretell That again we’ll meet up someday. Let no words, no handshakes ensue, No saddened brows in remorse, – To die, in this life, is not new, And living’s no newer, of course. I believe the second translation is much more beautiful. Perhaps the translator here is more fluent in Russian than English -- this collection was published with a Russian press -- and strove for greater accuracy in the translation. I don't know any Russian so I can't comment about this, but I share Ezra Pound's view that capturing the aesthetic properties of the original poem (in Esenin's case, their lyrical qualities) is vastly more important than literal accuracy. It might be a good idea to search alternate translations online when reading through these.

  8. 5 out of 5

    Sinan Öner

    Soviet Russian Poet Sergei Yesenin's "selected poems", we see Yessenin's "lyricism" and "romanticism" in his poetry. Yessenin was feeling Russia's changes in 20. Century in his soul deeply. Yessenin was a peasant Poet who wrote poetry of peasants and peasantry during the revolutions in Russia. Yessenin saw 1905 Revolution in Russia, 1. World War, 1917 February Revolution in Russia, 1917 Soviet October Revolution and Civil War in Russia between 1918 and 1921. These terrible and complex events - a Soviet Russian Poet Sergei Yesenin's "selected poems", we see Yessenin's "lyricism" and "romanticism" in his poetry. Yessenin was feeling Russia's changes in 20. Century in his soul deeply. Yessenin was a peasant Poet who wrote poetry of peasants and peasantry during the revolutions in Russia. Yessenin saw 1905 Revolution in Russia, 1. World War, 1917 February Revolution in Russia, 1917 Soviet October Revolution and Civil War in Russia between 1918 and 1921. These terrible and complex events - although they brought positive changes- created the aesthetical and philosophical ground of Yessenin's Poetry.

  9. 5 out of 5

    Iowa

  10. 4 out of 5

    Vlada

  11. 4 out of 5

    Yulia

  12. 5 out of 5

    Artem Zaytsev

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    The African Poet

  14. 5 out of 5

    Michael Lloyd-Billington

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  17. 5 out of 5

    Julia Scodelari

  18. 4 out of 5

    Marjan Trajkov

  19. 5 out of 5

    Alexandra

  20. 5 out of 5

    Alexandra Kim

  21. 5 out of 5

    Aphrodite Balatsou

  22. 5 out of 5

    Vicky Victoria

  23. 5 out of 5

    Yura Merezhnikov

  24. 4 out of 5

    Nohoi

  25. 5 out of 5

    Valery

  26. 5 out of 5

    Jevgenijs Scolokovs

  27. 4 out of 5

    Amer Velić

  28. 4 out of 5

    Marco Medici

  29. 5 out of 5

    Marina Botnari

  30. 4 out of 5

    Yeranuhi

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