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  • Writer's pictureKristina Lang

Am I a poet?/Jesam li pjesnikinja?


Since childhood, although very occasionally and without much continuity and studiousness, I have returned to poetry. Today I remember and am happy to have loved poets from all over the world. These include the Chilean Pablo Neruda (1904-1973), the Russian Sergei Yesenin (1895-1925), the American Emily Dickenson (1830-1886), the American Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), the Spanish Frederico Garcia Lorca (1898-1936), the English Emily Bronte and many others. Even today, when I occasionally write poems myself, I like to go back and read some famous and dear verses of great poets. The question arises as to whether I am also part of that team, am I a poet?

I would like to take this opportunity to thank my dear friends for their words of support on this blog. Your words in which you praise my verses are for me a warm and gentle wind in my back. They push me to write one poem, then another. And so, although not without questioning, I think more and more of myself as a poet.

I have already written about the Croatian poet Vesina Parun on this blog, whom I presented with the poem "You who have more innocent hands". Another poet that I and many in Croatia have always considered ours, even though she is a Serbian poet, is called Desanka Maksimović.


Here I present her poem "Happiness".


English Translation

Happiness


I don’t measure time in hours any more,

not even by the hot walk of the Sun;

Day for me is when his eyes return,

and night when they leave me again.


I don’t measure happiness by laughter, nor

whether my longing is stronger than his;

Happiness for me is when I am painfully silent with him,

and when our hearts beat to the rhythm of tears.


I do not regret that life’s rivers

will carry my green branches away;

Now let youth and everything go away,

he stood amazed beside me.


Love,

Kristina

Friday, May 13th, 2022


Jesam li pjesnikinja?


Već od djetinjstva, u različitim segmentima života, premda vrlo povremeno i bez kontinuiteta i studioznosti, vraćala sam se poeziji. Danas se prisjećam i sretna sam da imam po čitavom svijetu voljene pjesnike. To su Čileanac Pablo Neruda (1904-1973), Rus Sergej Jesenjin (1895- 1925), Amerikanka Emily Dickenson (1830-1886), Amerikanac Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), Španjolac Frederico Garcia Lorca (1898-1936), Engleskinja Emily Bronte i mnogi drugi. I danas kad povremeno sama pišem stihove, volim se vratiti i pročitati neke poznate i drage stihove velikih pjesnika. Nametne mi se pitanje dali sam i ja dio te ekipe, jesam li pjesnikinja?

Ovom prilikom zahvaljujem mojim dragim prijateljima koji mi na ovom blogu upućuju riječi podrške. Vaša potpora i pohvale mojim stihovima su za mene topli i nježni vjetar u leđa. To me pogurne da napišem joj jednu pjesmu, pa još jednu i tako, iako ne bez preispitivanja, sve više i o sebi razmišljam kao o pjesnikinji.

O hrvatskoj pjesnikinji Vesni Parun već sam pisala i predstsvila sam je pjesmom “Ti koja imas nevinije ruke”. Jedna druga pjesnikinja koju sam i ja i mnogi u Hrvatskoj nekako oduvijek smatrali našom, iako je srpska pjesnikinja, zove se Desanka Maksimović.

Ovdje predstavljam njezinu pjesmu “Sreća”.


Ne merim više vreme na sate,

ni po sunčevom vrelom hodu;

Dan mi je kada njegove se oči vrate,

i noć kad ponovo od mene odu.


Ne merim sreću smehom, ni time

da li je čežnja moja od njegove jača;

Sreća je meni kad bolno ćutim s njime,

i kad nam srca biju ritmom plača.


Nije mi žao što će života vode

odneti i moje grane zelene;

sad neka mladost i sve neka ode,

on je zadivljen stao kraj mene.


S ljubavlju,

Kristina

Petak, 13. svibnja 2022.

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