Költészet Napja – a poem by Attila József

Gáspár Moncsi — Sun, 11 Apr 2021 09:13:36 +0000

A Költészet Napját ünnepeljük ma József Attila versével.

11 April is National Poetry Day in Hungary. We celebrate poetry and remember one of the greatest Hungarian poets, Attila József, who was born on this day in 1905.

Let us celebrate both poetry and Attila József today with one of his well-known poems written for his own 32nd birthday and translated masterfully by Peter Zollman.

ON MY BIRTHDAY

To end my thirty-second year

I wrote myself a souvenir –

a pretty

ditty:

a quick impromtu memoir

saluting in this coffee-bar

my birth

on earth.

Thirty two years… Without a doubt

what Hungary has doled me out

was not

a lot.

I could have been a teacher, but

I wear my pencils to the butt

for just

a crust,

for I was sent down from Szeged

by the provost, that egg-headed

old so

and so

who picked on my ’With a Pure Heart’ –

To save the nation from my art

he barred

the bard

and drew his sword against my kind.

His words deserve to be enshrined

to shame

his name:

’Until I do give up the ghost

don’t dream of any teaching post’ –

I quote,

Unquote.

So what matter if I am banned

from Prof. A. Horger’s graduand

grammar

crammer?

I’ll teach my people, one and all,

much greater things than what you call

college

knowledge.

(Peter Zollman)

sources: Hungarian Cultural Centre London: https://www.facebook.com/hcclondon/posts/11-april-is-national-poetry-day-in-hungary-when-we-celebrate-poetry-and-remember/1257702474258746/; Homonnai Nándor – Petőfi Irodalmi MúzeumInfoPic, Közkincs, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=17959708

Iain Lindsay nagykövet úr magyarul szaval a költészet napja tiszteletére

Dezsényi I. - Salánki Á. — Wed, 11 Apr 2018 11:19:57 +0000

JUHÁSZ GYULA: How blond her hair was… How blond her hair was, now I can’t remember But I know it well how blond are the fields If with rich ears finally comes the new summer In the blondness her once again I feel How deep blue her eyes were, I can’t remember But if in the autumn open the skies During the calm farewell in September I can recall the colour of her eyes How tender her voice was, I can’t remember But when the spring comes, and the meadow sighs Then I feel as if Anne’s soft, warm voice I heard From a remote spring somewhere in the skies (Kántás Balázs fordítása)	JUHÁSZ GYULA: Milyen volt… Milyen volt szőkesége, nem tudom már, De azt tudom, hogy szőkék a mezők, Ha dús kalásszal jő a sárguló nyár S e szőkeségben újra érzem őt. Milyen volt szeme kékje, nem tudom már, De ha kinyílnak ősszel az egek, A szeptemberi bágyadt búcsuzónál Szeme színére visszarévedek. Milyen volt hangja selyme, sem tudom már, De tavaszodván, ha sóhajt a rét, Úgy érzem, Anna meleg szava szól át Egy tavaszból, mely messze, mint az ég.
Gyula Juhász: No more can I recall No more can I recall her blondness, But the yellow fields of rich ears Brought by summers so endless Remindme once more of how she feels. No more can I recall her eyes so blue, But the clear lights of autumn skies Brought by the blue September hue Remind me once more of her eyes. Nor can I recall her voice so mellow, But when fields in the springtime sigh, I hear Anna’s soft words echo From a spring far as the sky. Translated by: Judit Meződi
GYULA JUHÁSZ: THE PRECISE GOLD The precise gold of her hair, I don’t remember, I only know that meadows may be gold, When cornfields ripen just before September There’s something of her colouring in the fold. The precise blue of her eyes I can’t recall, But when the autumn skies break up and clear, And all the languid leaves curl up and fall I dream such blue and soon her eyes appear. The silk of her voice is lost, I can’t quite place it, But come the spring when grass begins to sigh I hear Anna, her warm voice and can trace it Back to another spring and distant sky. (George Szirtes)

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Költészet Napja – a poem by Attila József

A Költészet Napját ünnepeljük ma József Attila versével.

Iain Lindsay nagykövet úr magyarul szaval a költészet napja tiszteletére