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De Poolse dichter Adam Mickiewicz werd geboren op 24 december 1798 in Zaosie, nabij Nowogródek. Zie ook alle tags voor Adam Mickiewicz op dit blog.xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />
Chatir Dah
Trembling the Muslim comes to kiss the foot of your crags,
Mast on Crimea's raft, towering Chatir Dah!
Minaret of the World! Mightiest Padishah Of Mountains!
From the plain Fugitive into the Clouds!
As great Gabriel once stood over portals of Eden,
You at Heaven's Gate watch, wrapped in your forest cloak,
And, in turban of clouds with lightning flashes bespangled,
On your forehead you wear janissaries of dread.
Hot sun may roast our limbs, mountain mists blind our eyes,
Locusts may eat our grain, infidels burn our homes,
You, Chatir Dah, would still, unmindful of man's fate,
Rise between earth and sky, Dragoman of Creation;
Far spreads the plain at your feet, home of men and of thunder,
But you can only hear what God to nature speaks.
Vertaald door John Saly
Mount Kikineis
Look, the abyss, the downward sky, the sea!
Bird-mountain, shot with thunder, furls below
feathers and wings, in curve beyond rainbow,
snow-sails and mast, immobile, vast, free;
and cloudlike over spacious limbo, covers
wide azure - oh, island-hemisphere in flight,
darkens a half-world with its own sad night.
Look, on its forehead ribbon flames and hovers!
Lightning! But stop here. At our feet, abysses,
ravines, thresholds we must at gallop span.
I leap; stand ready with whip and spur; stare
past rock escarpment where I vanish. This is
your sign: If white panache gleams, I am there;
if not, there is no path beyond for man.
Vertaald door Clark Mills
Adam Mickiewicz (24 december 1798 - 26 november 1855)
Portret door
De Turkse dichter Tevfik Fikret werd geboren op 24 december 1867 in Istanbul. Zie ook alle tags voor Tevfik Fikret op dit blog.
Haluk's Credo
There is a universal power, supreme and limitless
Holy and sublime, with all my heart, so
do I believe
The earth is my homeland, my nation all humankind;
A person becomes human only by knowing this, so
do I believe
We are Satan, and jinn, there's no devil, no angels
Human beings will turn this world into paradise, so
do I believe
The perfect is immanent in creation; in that perfection
By way of the Torah, of the Gospels, of the Koran
do I believe
The children of humanity are each other's siblings... a dream?
Then so be it, for in that dream, with all my heart and soul,
do I believe
No one eats human flesh; deep-down, in this solace
-Forgetting my ancient ancestors for a moment-
do I believe
Blood nourishes violence and violence blood; this enmity
Is a flame in the blood that blood never quenches, so
do I believe
Surely this graveyard-existence will be followed
By refulgent resurrection, with utter certainty, so
do I believe
Before the miracle of that great sorcerer, reason,
Superstition will sink frustrated, into the earth, so
do I believe.
Tevfik Fikret (24 december 1867 - 19 augustus 1915)
De Franse schrijfster en historica Dominique Manotti werd geboren op 24 december 1942 in Parijs. Zie ook mijn blog van 24 december 2008 en ook mijn blog van 24 december 2009.en ook mijn blog van 24 december 2010.
Uit: L'Honorable société (Dominique Manotti et DOA)
Une dernière fois, Benoît Soubise se concentre sur son écran pour relire la conclusion de son mail de synthèse. Il corrige un mot, change deux virgules, raccourcit une phrase, puis lenvoie et quitte Outlook.
La fenêtre de son bureau est ouverte et dehors, les façades de sa rue tranquille du 17ème arrondissement retiennent les derniers traits de lumière du jour finissant. Cette année, avril est particulièrement doux. Il consulte sa montre, vingt heures passées, et se dit quil faut y aller, à ce dîner que Barbara a organisé pour lui, même sil nen a rien à foutre des amis quelle veut lui présenter.
Lécran de veille de son ordinateur se déclenche.
Soubise se lève, passe dans sa chambre, se regarde un instant dans le miroir de son dressing. Il hésite à se changer et renonce, le jeans fera laffaire, cest un Armani, et sa chemise blanche présente encore bien. Rapide main dans les cheveux, pour les domestiquer un peu. Il attrape son imper dété sur le dossier dun fauteuil, ses clés de voiture, au passage, dans lentrée, et sort.
Lautoradio est réglé sur France Inter. Cest le journal du soir, consacré pour lessentiel à la campagne présidentielle. Les derniers sondages avant le premier tour, ce week-end, donnent le candidat de droite, Pierre Guérin, largement en tête à lissue du scrutin. A les croire, il aura plus de cinq points davance sur son challenger le plus sérieux, Eugène Schneider, champion du principal parti dopposition. Parmi les dix autres prétendants au trône, seule la représentante du centre peut, selon lanalyste de la station, tirer son épingle du jeu, probablement au détriment de Schneider, à qui elle volera le plus de voix.
Dominique Manotti (Parijs, 24 december 1942)
De Engelse dichter en cultuurcriticus Matthew Arnold werd geboren op 24 december 1822 in Laleham, Middlesex. Zie ook mijn blog van 24 december 2010.
East London
'Twas August, and the fierce sun overhead
Smote on the squalid streets of Bethnal Green,
And the pale weaver, through his windows seen
In Spitalfields, looked thrice dispirited.
I met a preacher there I knew, and said:
"Ill and o'erworked, how fare you in this scene?" -
"Bravely!" said he; "for I of late have been
Much cheered with thoughts of Christ, the living bread."
O human soul! as long as thou canst so
Set up a mark of everlasting light,
Above the howling senses' ebb and flow,
To cheer thee, and to right thee if thou roam -
Not with lost toil thou labourest through the night!
Thou mak'st the heaven thou hop'st indeed thy home.
Immortality
Foil'd by our fellow-men, depress'd, outworn,
We leave the brutal world to take its way,
And, Patience! in another life, we say
The world shall be thrust down, and we up-borne.
And will not, then, the immortal armies scorn
The world's poor, routed leavings? or will they,
Who fail'd under the heat of this life's day,
Support the fervours of the heavenly morn?
No, no! the energy of life may be
Kept on after the grave, but not begun;
And he who flagg'd not in the earthly strife,
From strength to strength advancing--only he,
His soul well-knit, and all his battles won,
Mounts, and that hardly, to eternal life.
Matthew Arnold (24 december 1822 - 15 april 1888)
Portret door George Frederick Watts, 1880
De Amerikaanse schrijfster Stephenie Meyer werd geboren in Connecticut op 24 december 1973. Zie ook mijn blog van 24 december 2008 en ook mijn blog van 24 december 2009 en ook mijn blog van 24 december 2010.
Uit: The Host
Im all alone.
Its dark. I cant remember where I am
or why Im here. Its wrong that Im alone. Where is Wanda? I cant see to look for her. I cant remember how to call for her. Its silent. I cant feel her. I cant feel our body.
Panic starts to set in as I wait for her voice. For her to say my name. To tell me where we are. To open my eyes so we can see. I need to hear her voice my voice, in my softest tone, my gentlest inflection.
I wait, but there is nothing. Just me and the dark.
The panic gets worse as I try to remember. Did she shut me out again? That happened once, I know, but I dont remember it. I dont think it was like this, panicking in the dark. It was just nothing then.
And I dont think Wanda would do that. Because we love each other. I remember we said that. Just before
something. I try to dredge up the memory.
We were saying we loved each other.
We were saying
Good-bye.
Stephenie Meyer (Connecticut, 24 december 1973)
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