“Be happy for this moment…”

BE HAPPY FOR THIS MOMENT. THIS MOMENT IS YOUR LIFE.

Omar Khayyam

SUNRISE   by JF

SUNRISE by JF

 

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Get a feeling of Nikolay Gumilyov’s poetry

Nikolay Gumilyov was a prominent Russian poet. In April of 1910 he married Anna Akhmatova.

I’ll tell you more about Anna and Nikolay in another post.

Below is one of his poems.

Nikolay Gumilev

TO A POET

Let verse of yours be flexible, but strong,
Strong as a poplar under valley’s cover,
Strong as the earth under a plough, long,
Strong as a girl, who never knew a lover.

Reliably preserve severity at length,
Your verse need not be fluttering or booming,
Although the Muse has very easy steps,
She’s not a dancer, but a goddess, ruling.

Frolicsome din of interrupted rhymes —
Temptation for decline, so free and so easy —
Just leave for use by jokers in a dance
On city streets for people who aren’t busy.

And going out on the sacred paths,
Bring to melodiousness your chosen damnation.
You know, she’s a mistress of the mass,
She craves embraces, as a dearth — donations.

Translated by Yevgeny Bonver

Anna Akhmatova (introduction)

I thought long and hard how to describe life of a famous woman on this blog so that you could understand this woman, her problems and her decisions, her achievements and her tragedies.

I also want to show how government of the country can take away your freedom, your loved ones and totally control your life if you allow it.

Finally, I want to show that outstanding women did not fight for equality with men. They worked hard and often achieved more than men.

There is no doubts in my mind that live of every person can be a basis for a historical novel with wide specter of events, emotions, problems, choices and their results. 

However, a blog should use short posts as many bloggers follow hundreds of posts daily.

I also believe that in a blog characters and events must be painted with few words.

Now I want to remind you that recently I published the post GET A FEELING OF ANNA AKHMATOVA’S POETRY. If you missed it or forgot it please click on the title of the post and read it.

I want to add here one detail..

Anna Akhmatova’s ancestor was Khan Akhmat. From Wikipedia: “He was killed one night in his tent by a Russian killer-for-hire. Karamzin (Russian historian – JF) tells us that this marked the end of the Mongol yoke on Russia. …It was well known that this Akhmat was a descendant of Genghiz Khan.”

This explains how Anna Gorenko became Anna Akhmatova.

I am not Irish

Today is Saint Patrick’s Day. There will be parades and festivals all over our country. We’ll celebrate it on our broadwalk in Hollywood (Florida) too.

One of the first posts on this blog was “I am not Irish”. I reblogged it long time ago. Today I copied it end edited here. Hope that you’ll like it.

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I AM NOT IRISH

Posted on October 4, 2013

I lived in four countries but Ireland is not one of them.

I visited more than 50 countries but I’ve never been in Ireland.

However, I watch “The Quiet Man” every year and enjoy it very much.

I love the country and its people.

For many years after retirement I enjoyed summer months in Pocono Manor, a small beautiful town in the Pocono mountains.

There was often an Irish Festival there before the Labor Day.

It started early in the day in tents on the golf course.

There was always a lot of laughter, a lot of beer, lovely dances. many wonderful things to buy and to taste..

Once I bought a small book “Irish Blessings”. I read it immediately after buying it and then many times again and again.

I want to share just three of the blessings with you.

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“May you have all the happiness

And luck that life can hold –

And at the end of all your rainbows

May you find a pot of gold”.

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” May you have…

a song in your heart

a smile on your lips

and nothing but joy

at your fingertips”.

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” I wish you lots of good luck

No matter what the day

I wish you lots of sunshine

And not a bit of gray…

I wish you lots of laughter

And never one wee sigh,

And I hope no gift of fortune

May ever pass you by.”

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Today I got a “gift of fortune” on the blog Bookish Nature,

It is an entry about Seamus Heaney and his poetry.

I have to confess that I did not know anything about

him before today and have never read his poetry,

Reading the article made my day!.

You can enjoy it HERE.

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Now we need green. You’ll find it below.

LANDSCAPE by JF

POND IN POCONO   MANOR                                            by     JF

Quotes and poems of Omar Khayyam

Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.

When I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, I look back.

As far as you can avoid it, do not give grief to anyone. Never inflict your rage on another. If you hope for eternal rest, feel the pain yourself; but don’t hurt others.
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To wisely live your life, you don’t need to know much
Just remember two main rules for the beginning:
You better starve, than eat whatever
And better be alone, than with whoever.
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How sad, a heart that
does not know how to love, that
does not know what it is to be drunk with love.
If you are not in love, how can you enjoy
the blinding light of the sun,
the soft light of the moon?
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Realise this: one day your soul
will depart from your body and you will
be drawn behind the curtain that floats between us
and the unknown. While you wait for that moment, be happy,
because you don’t know where you came from and
you don’t know where you will be going.
"Be happy for this moment!"     photo by JF

“Be happy for this moment!”                                                          photo by JF

Robert W.Service.

Yesterday I received an email from my friend. It said that he translated Robert Service’s poem “My Madonna” into Russian and asked what I thought about the translation. I looked at the original and the translation and answered that translation was good but required more work to become excellent.

I have to confess that before yesterday I did not know the poem and that I liked it.

For those of you, who don’t know or forgot the poem here it is:

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My Madonna – by Robert W. Service

I haled me a woman from the street,
Shameless, but, oh, so fair!
I bade her sit in the model’s seat
And I painted her sitting there.

I hid all trace of her heart unclean;
I painted a babe at her breast;
I painted her as she might have been
If the Worst had been the Best.

She laughed at my picture and went away.
Then came, with a knowing nod,
A connoisseur, and I heard him say;
“‘Tis Mary, the Mother of God.”

So I painted a halo round her hair,
And I sold her and took my fee,
And she hangs in the church of Saint Hillaire,
Where you and all may see.

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I also have to confess that I did not remember reading anything else written by Robert W.Service and I did not know anything about him. However, we live in a fairy tale era when we can get necessary information almost immediately.

Surely, I went to Google and found a big article about Robert W.Service on Wikipedia. I highly recommend you to read this article HERE.

I loved reading this well-written informative article about a wonderful creative man who had a very interesting life, met with many famous people, lived in many countries, wrote many poems and novels. 

It was especially interesting for me to read the following:

“He also visited the USSR in the 1930s and later wrote a satirical “Ballad of Lenin’s Tomb“.[20] For this reason his poetry has never been translated into Russian in the USSR and he was never mentioned in Soviet encyclopedias.[21]

Service’s second trip to the Soviet Union “was interrupted by news of the Hitler-Stalin pact. Service fled across PolandLatviaEstonia and the Baltic to Stockholm. He wintered in Nice with his family, then fled France for Canada.” Not long after, the Nazis invaded France, and “arrived at his home in Lancieux … looking specifically for the poet who had mocked Hitler in newspaper verse.”[22]

These two paragraphs show clearly what kind of person Robert W.Service was.

I already started exploring Robert W.Service’s writings. Hope you’ll do the same.

“The woman who left you”.

I got an email and I want to share with you what is in it.

It has three parts: beautiful paintings, excellent poem in Russian “The woman who left you” and a small music clip below the first painting.

The artist is Konstantin Razumov. They call him on the internet “A Russian impressionist”. Look at the paintings and judge yourself.

You can listen to the music without problem.

If you don’t know Russian you can believe me that the poem is good or you can learn Russian. It’s easy!

Now just click here and enjoy!

KONSTANTIN RAZUMOV’S PAINTINGS