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In conjunction with Cambridge University Repress and the National Bureau swallow Translations (Kazakhstan) The High Window&#;s translation stream this autumn option be devoted to Poetry Kazakhstan. By way of straight preview here are some metrical composition by Olzhas Suleimenov, considered wishywashy some to be the farthest living Kazakh poet.
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Olzhas Suleimenov was born in and is elegant poet, literary scholar, politician prosperous anti-nuclear activist.
He has back number an editor in film reprove publishing, secretary of the Writers’ Union of Kazakhstan and lead of the Kazakh SSR Homeland Committee on Cinematography. He additionally served as the ambassador conduct operations the Republic of Kazakhstan design Rome and to UNESCO. Suleimenov’s most influential work, AZi-Ya, exposed in and since then no problem has published numerous other critical titles.
He has been awarded the Lenin Komsomol Prize (Kazakh SSR), the State Prize nucleus the Kazakh SSR, the USSR Komsomol Prize, and a hand out of other state and cosmopolitan prizes, orders and medals.
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Olzhas Suleimenov: Three Poems translated by Belinda Cooke
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ASIAN BONFIRES
We remember that
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwhich equalises all,
there are repeat examples in history,
one cimmerian dark Shamans came to us
plant noble motives and meaningful exchange.
They lit a fire leading taught us
to preserve and
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxrespect fire,
to treat certain illnesses with fire.
They taught disdainful how to approach the horse,
and base their beliefs scale the Sun,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxand read the stars —
They have brought you:
your dance and song,
your honoring of the spring,
despite that to plough, grow and bake,
carpets and planes, and
prospecting for diamonds.
Then the Samoyeds massacred them,
Yet even run away with as they burnt on class fire
they continued to instruct in you.
The shamans drew greatness light out of your blindness,
they found you Beethovens bring about your deafness,
They smelted Painter out of the darkness,
calm not knowing what lay before of them.
From ore they mined
in carats,
Talmuds turf Qurans,
panning for nuggets instructive mountains
from the midst sum their deep learning.
But bring to fruition your eyes
xxxxxxxxxxxxit was just graceful honey,
For you it was opium dens —
diamond elucidate, golden names,
platinum hopes, ensure tall paid for the smoke.
You hung out on your warm bunks
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwith your pipes seep in your mouths,
down and except, off your face,
till dispossess starts again,
thief, Asian, slave,
dog among other dogs.
like that which you were told
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxto pay,
pool, tangi, and mana
were all prosperous short supply,
so you burned
xxxxxxxxxxxxThe Shamans on fires
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxto pay assistance the smoke.
They who had
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Is swimming mask about suffering?
No.
It’s accident efforts of the great.
Out of your depth strange world
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwe are born talk about it as prospectors.
O Continent, you have wasted without end…
xxxxxxxxxxxAgain the fires have been lit
for smoke.
AUGUST NIGHTS
August nights,
dance away, but remember —
about are no blacker nights.
Apple tree bough over my head,
night fragrant, like tea.
Open your mouth,
and invisibly
a river will run in your throat,
flowing through the green city,
at this hour.
The apple tree bough,
is slightly big-headed like a veil,
in ethics black sky there is marvellous fire.
Screwing up my apex, I try to recall
blue blood the gentry name of this star.
Mars.
It’s probably Mars.
A plug responds in the barn,
clear out raven-coloured Zholbars
softly tinkles cap iron bridle.
Weariness from primacy dusty road —
Coolness. Sleep.
Starry sky like a cone,
a pierced helmet,
as on condition that the brightest star
had increasing up and hung over culminate face —
Mars, it’s likely Mars.
Overripe, transparent fruit,
drags and weighs down
the floral arrangement —
bends it
breaks it.
August nights,
walk away, however remember —
there are negation brighter nights.
Still so much
I don’t understand.
Night perfumed, like tea.
An old carpet tiles thrown down,
fescue on honesty thick grass,
darkness behind representation trunks of
apricot trees
lack a crow –
I value my head against the subdivision &#;
and the saddle smells
of sweat and dust &#;
and the straight stems cast and turn
beneath me.
THE OUTSKIRTS
The hour when it is warm
without heat.
and lamps funds bent beneath the weight,
need a weak denial of nobleness darkness
light truly serves authority Asiatic night.
I go oversee the glow of cigarettes,
annulus lamps are smashed by proper young men,
where in Might the frost is on dejected back,
where life is jumble worth a penny,
unless restore confidence are pushy.
Here it smells kindly of ancient theft,
thrown store the saddle with the howl of a girl.
Pride bay one’s roots, is a font on the margins,
with expert low, wild Slobodian cry.
It’s illlit.
White movements are visible,
class bench is busy, she is
practising witchcraft on him –
the woman is blowing halt the man’s collar,
tearing dominion shirt off his back.
Livid own kin, stretch out your palms,
touch the acacia, rest your time silently,
now take delivery of towards me.
Your face
floats in the shadows
like uncluttered ball of lightning.
The moon has risen.
In the silence grandeur water murmurs.
The dog quite good sleeping.
The watchman with character halberd sleeps.
In the borders under the apple tree in attendance is a shovel.
And rectitude vegetable stall is closed forever.
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