Adam Mickiewicz
Polish national poet, dramatist, essayist, publicist, translator, and political activist (1798-1855)
Adam Bernard Mickiewicz (24 December 1798 – 26 November 1855) was a Polish poet, dramatist, essayist, publicist, translator and political activist of Belarusian descent. He is regarded as national poet in Poland, Lithuania and Belarus. A principal figure in Polish Romanticism, he is one of Poland's "Three Bards" (Trzej Wieszcze) and is widely regarded as Poland's greatest poet. He is also considered one of the greatest Slavic and European poets and has been dubbed a "Slavic bard". A leading Romantic dramatist, he has been compared in Poland and Europe to Byron and Goethe.
Quotes
edit- Ty Boże, ty naturo! dajcie posłuchanie.
Godna to was muzyka i godne śpiewanie.
Ja mistrz!
Ja mistrz wyciągam dłonie!
Wyciągam aż w niebiosa i kładę me dłonie
Na gwiazdach jak na szklannych harmoniki kręgach.- Translation: Listen to me, God, and you, Nature!
Here is music that is worthy of you, songs that are worthy of you.
I am master!
Master, I stretch out my hands!
I stretch them to the sky, I place my fingers on the stars.
They are my musical glasses, my armonica.- Part three, scene two ("The Great Improvisation"). Translated by Louise Varese.
- Translation: Listen to me, God, and you, Nature!
- Kiedy spojrzę w kometę z całą mocą duszy,
Dopóki na nią patrzę, z miejsca się nie ruszy.- Translation: If I gaze at a comet with all the strength of my soul,
It cannot stir from the spot while my eyes are upon it.- Part three, scene two ("The Great Improvisation"). Translated by Louise Varese.
- Translation: If I gaze at a comet with all the strength of my soul,
- Ja i ojczyzna to jedno.
Nazywam się Miljion — bo za milijony
Kocham i cierpię katusze.- Translation: My fatherland and I are one great whole.
My name is million, for I love as millions;
Their pain and suffering I feel [...]- Part three, scene two. Translation from: Polish Romantic Drama: Three Plays in English Translation, translated by various hands, edited by George Rapall Noyes, with revisions by Harold B. Segel, Cornell University Press, 1977 (page 108).
- Translation: My fatherland and I are one great whole.
- Tyran wstał — Herod! — Panie, cała Polska młoda
Wydana w ręce Heroda.
Co widzę — długie, białe, dróg krzyżowych biegi,
Drogi długie — nie dojrzeć — przez puszcze, przez śniegi
Wszystkie na północ! tam, tam w kraj daleki,
Płyną jak rzeki.- Translation: A tyrant has arisen, Herod! Lord, the youth of Poland
Is all delivered into Herod's hands.
What do I see? Long snowy ways, with many crossroads,
White roads that stretch through wastes too distant to descry!
All running to the north, that far, far country,
As rivers flow; [...] - Part three, scene five. Translation from: Polish Romantic Drama: Three Plays in English Translation, translated by various hands, edited by George Rapall Noyes, with revisions by Harold B. Segel, Cornell University Press, 1977 (page 124).
- Translation: A tyrant has arisen, Herod! Lord, the youth of Poland
- Będę o to Pana Boga pytać,
On to wszystko zapisał, wszystko mnie opowie.- Translation: We'd better send
For God. He will remember and tell us all.- Part three, scene seven ("The Prisoner's Return"). Translated by Jerzy Peterkiewicz and Burns Singer.
- Translation: We'd better send
Crimean Sonnets
edit- Monsters merge and welter through the water's mounting
Din. All hands, stand fast! A sailor sprints aloft,
Hangs, swelling spider-like, among invisible nets,
Surveys his slowly undulating snares, and waits.- "Żegluga" ("The Crossing"), translated by Richard A. Gregg.
- In spring's own country, where the gardens blow,
You faded, tender rose! For hours now past,
Like butterflies departing, on you're cast
The worms of memories to work you woe.- "Grób Potockiej" ("The Grave of the Countess Potocki"), translated by George Rapall Noyes.
- Litwo! Ojczyzno moja! ty jesteś jak zdrowie;
Ile cię trzeba cenić, ten tylko się dowie, Kto cię stracił...- Translation: Lithuania, my country! You are as good health;
How much one should prize you, he only can tell, Who has lost you...- Opening lines, translated by Marcel Weyland
- Translation: Lithuania, my country! You are as good health;
- Sound as a burrow'd marmot he slept
On the straw where he'd tumbled fully-dressed that night.- Book Four: Tadeusz' Awakening (trans. Christopher Adam Zakrzewski).
Quotes about Adam Mickiewicz
edit- Basically, this modern Yiddish literature detected and depicted a paradox that casts a sharp light on the situation of Yiddishkeit at the start of the new century: it was a literature of rupture that the rabbis rejected as impious, a literature turned towards the realities of life, towards the world of the underdog, but if it testifies in this way to the earthquakes that were shaking Yiddishland, it did not take flight beyond the linguistic and cultural frontiers of this world and set foot in universal culture. Though very many Jews in Poland were moved by reading Adam Mickiewicz, how many Polish intellectuals between the two wars were aware of Peretz? This literature remained entirely focused on the Yiddish world, its fund of religious mythology, its customs and traditions, a literature that prospered at the heart of the crisis this world was undergoing, for the exclusive use of those who were its direct witnesses or its agents. Curiously, it is only posthumously, one could say, decades after the disappearance in fire and blood of the world from which it arose, that this literature has begun to enter the pantheon of human culture in general, and, paradox of paradoxes, the broad non-Yiddish-speaking public has begun to discover Sholem Aleichem and Shalom Asch by way of Isaac Bashevis Singer.
- Alain Brossat and Sylvia Klingberg, Revolutionary Yiddishland: A History of Jewish Radicalism (2016)
