Romana kül?nszám 40. k?tet (Esküv?k évadja, ?tórai tea)

Romana 453. (Hazárdjáték)

Romana 454. (Nehéz ?r?kség)

Bianca 233. (Tétova szerelem)

A bizánci rabszolgalány

Alakok

A malomherceg

Júlia 462. (A nagynéni ajándéka)

szirózsa

A fordító huszon?t amerikai k?lt? ?sszesen százegy versét válogatta kétnyelv? antológiába. Olyan k?lt?k verseit, akik kortársaink a második ezredforduló tájékán. Igyekezett színes képet kapni – és mutatni – a magyar irodalomkedvel?knek híres k?lt?k változatos egyéniségér?l, témájuk kavalkádjáról.A versfordítás ?r?k dilemmája: mennyire legyen szolgai, mennyire legyen szabad. Jelen k?tet fordítójának célja az arany k?zépút megtartása volt, ellenállni a parttalan átk?ltés csábításának. A maga valójában mutatni meg az amerikai k?ltészet tartalmi és formai sokszín?ségét. Három-négy vers egy-egy k?lt?t?l, szellemi kóstoló, néhány felvillantott gondolat, kép, hangulat – távolról sem életm?vek, vagy korszakos k?tetek bemutatásának igényével.A fordító azzal az ambícióval hízeleg magának, hogy férfi mivoltának dacára képes hitelesen tolmácsolni a szebbik nem érzéseit is.A versek kedvel?it szólítja meg ez az ?sszeállítás, egyben hasznos – és remélhet?leg élvezetes – kirándulásra vezetheti azokat, akik az angol nyelvvel ismerkednek, vagy foglalkoznak. ?Amerikás magyarjaink” is haszonnal vehetik kézbe. Nekik és gyermekeiknek a magyar szókincset segíthet ?rizni és gyarapítani. The translator has selected, for inclusion in this anthology, a total of one hundred and one poems written by twenty five American poets at about the turn of the last century. These tr anslations are intended to convey the color and personality of each poet for Hungarian readers, while still respecting and preserving the essential style of each poet — and while also avoiding the temptation to rewrite.American poetry has so much diversity of form and content that a translator has to attempt, for each individual poet, to include representative works that express unique tastes, thoughts, images and humors, in acceptance of the fact that comprehensive treatment of each poet is not reasonably within reach in this volume.A sincere effort has been made to faithfully present the work of a number of American women, at least as well as a mere man can do.Throughout, the chosen works all reflect an overriding purpose of fur-thering a love of poetry while also serving as an effective tool for learning English. Hungarians abroad, and their families, it is hoped, will also find that this anthology will help them to increase and broaden the vocabulary of their native language.

A k?tet egy sajátos életutat bejárt embert mutat be, aki harminc év, bányában végzett munka után d?nt?tt úgy, hogy életét nagy szerelmének, a festészetnek szenteli. ?gy érezte, b?n lenne Isten adta tehetségét veszni hagyni, és nem hívni fel az emberek figyelmét az olykor rejt?zk?d?, máskor mulandó szépre rohanó világunkban. Ebben az érzésben osztozhat az album olvasója, aki végignézi Sziklai Károly festményeit és elolvassa Jenes Gyula portréját a naiv fest?r?l.

Dup? treisprezece ani de la prima apari?ie, m?-ntreb unde-a ajuns oare Drumul furnicilor? Strada pe care plou?-ntotdeauna ?i-o fi luat un new look? Josefina, musca dintre ferestre, cum se adapteaz? la termopane? La baie apa continu? s? curg? zi ?i noapte ca un fluviu particular? Colacul de s?rm? ploioas? s-o fi dezr?sucit de tot, l?s?nd moartea pe dinafar?? Vreun paparazzi o fi ob?inut vreo poz? a p?s?rii din pod pe care nimeni n-a z?rit-o? Nu m?-ntreba?i pe mine, eu n-am f?cut altceva dec?t s? bat la ma?in? litere unele dup? altele. Tot ce ?tiu este c? ?i dup? treisprezece ani norii ?i be?ele de chibrit r?m?n cele mai frumoase lucruri de pe lume. (Constantin Ab?lu??, decembrie 2010)

Mihai Eminescu este considerat de cititori ?i de critica literar? mondial? drept cea mai important? voce poetic? din literatura rom?n?. ?Titlul de fata reprezinta cea mai bogata colectie de poezii a poetului Mihai Eminescu. In cele 650 de pagini regasiti titluri celebre precum: Floare albastra * Revedere * Scrisoarea III * Luceafarul * Ce te legeni... * Mai am un singur dor * Sara pe deal

„Bagdad, capitala devastat? a Irakului. ?i «Bagdad» – capitala unei combustii ontologice care pare a urm?ri, prin arheologia poeziei, ipostazierea întro stare de maxim? vulnerabilitate, splendoare ?i vinov??ie a acelor lucruri care sunt la limita vizibilit??ii, amalgamând realit??ile (sociale, istorice, existen?iale, memoriale etc.) întrun nod al autodemol?rilor ?i al infrarealit??ilor beligerante. Index de ecouri instinctive: tropismele lui Nathalie Sarraute ?i antiescapismul via Aktionsgruppe Banat. Iulia Modiga debuteaz? puternic ?i tran?ant, cu transfigur?ri germanice pe linie experimental?, cu rigoare lingvistic? ?i cu o atitudine imagistic? cu totul extrateritorial? în contextul actualelor poetici române?ti.“ (Liviu G. Stan) „Miar fi greu s? detectez motivele care au conduso pe Iulia Modiga spre poezie. Datele ei oficiale – doctorand? în sociologie, ma?tera unui site unionist ?i mama unui b?iat crescut frumos – nu l?sau loc b?nuielii c? Iulia ar avea ?i preocup?ri lirice. Uite îns? c? un sâmbure, ascuns bine pân? acum, a irumpt întrun volum de poezie care, sunt convins, va stârni interesul criticilor literari, pe care, îns?, îi desfid de pe acum dac? vor accesa tagul «poezie feminin?» ?i nu vor recunoa?te c? în «Bagdad» e poezie pur? ?i simpl?, scris? nu din ambi?ia de a încropi vreun manifest sau de a promova, în subsidiar, cine mai ?tie ce idei, ci din pl?cerea de a imagina ?i a formula tot cei trece prin minte Iuliei. Au f?cut vreodat? poe?ii altceva?“ (Dumitru B?di?a) „Poezia Iuliei Modiga din acest volum se na?te din nota?ii frânte ?i rapide, din înregistr?ri neutre ale unor st?ri acute de disperare ?i revolt?, din jocuri lingvistice, din ambiguit??i c?utate, din ciocnirea unei sensibilit??i exacerbate cu un cotidian agresiv, dintro luciditate sentimental? ie?it? din comun, din mici ilumin?ri personale, dar ?i din fel de fel de expresii scânteietoare memorabile, precum «u?ile se deschid în exterior»; «oameni în c?ma?? alb? de z?pad?»; «respir?m ca sub ap?»; «din cre?tet în t?lpi sârm? ghimpat?»; «deatunci ritmul cardiac î?i strânge genunchii la piept în slow motion/ precum troleele care trec pe bd. ?tefan cel Mare când efectueaz? o vizit? Merkel sau Biden»; «m? a?ez în praf întro prelungire de mesteac?n/ alt?dat? ai fi suflat ?i ar fi disp?rut tot». Dac? ar fi s?i caut un nume acestei poezii r?scolitoare, ia? spune c? e o poezie a a?tept?rii dup? ce nu mai ai niciun fel de a?tept?ri.“ (Dumitru Crudu) „Iulia Modiga scrie o poezie în care detaliile cotidiene primesc profiluri ferme, fundamentale, privind mereu spre un cel?lalt absent. Dar acest cel?lalt din volumul «Bagdad» este pentru poem o ocazie de a contura deopotriv? st?ri politice ?i personale. Uneori cel?lalt este poezia («copiii etnobotanici ?i masca?ii o conduc pe ultimul drum»), alteori cel?lalt este partenerul unei plastice discu?ii despre putere ?i istorie (unde «pe?ti?orii înoat? cu ciocane s? sparg?», iar «Bruce Lee plânge pentru c? ?i regii plâng câteodat?»). Versurile Iuliei nu cunosc ambiguitatea: «m?car am crescut un câine/ care nu te cunoa?te/ care tear sfâ?ia/ la o simpl? comand?». Reu?ita cea mai de seam? în «Bagdad» ?ine de claritatea cu care este decupat un spa?iu personal între atâtea detalii care au preten?ia c? sunt mai importante decât noi. ?i, de acolo, poezia Iuliei Modiga organizeaz? ap?rarea f?r? s? cedeze.“ (R?zvan ?upa)

Paul Arva schi?eaz? fr?nturi dintr-un prezent-trecut ale c?rui grani?e imaginare se ?ntrep?trund cu cele ale realului. Amintirile ies la lumin? dintr-un subteran ad?nc (o ?min?“) sub forma unor poeme ?n proz? scrise cu sinceritate ?i sensibilitate.

Of all the myths which have come down to us from the East, and of all the creations of Western fancy and belief, the Personality of Evil has had the strongest attraction for the mind of man. The Devil is the greatest enigma that has ever con-fronted the human intelligence. So large a place has Satan taken in our imagination, and we might also say in our heart, that his expulsion therefrom, no matter what philosophy may teach us, must for ever remain an impossibility. As a character in imagi-native literature Lucifer has not his equal in heaven above or on the earth beneath. In contrast to the idea of Good, which is the more exalted in proportion to its freedom from anthropomor-phism, the idea of Evil owes to the presence of this element its chief value as a poetic theme. The discrowned archangel may have been inferior to St. Michael in military tactics, but he cer-tainly is his superior in matters literary. The fair angels—all frankness and goodness—are beyond our comprehension, but the fallen angels, with all their faults and sufferings, are kin to us. There is a legend that the Devil has always had literary aspi-rations. The German theosophist Jacob B?hme relates that when Satan was asked to explain the cause of God’s enmity to him and his consequent downfall, he replied: “I wanted to be an author.” Whether or not the Devil has ever written anything over his own signature, he has certainly helped others compose their greatest works. It is a significant fact that the greatest im-aginations have discerned an attraction in Diabolus. What would the world’s literature be if from it we eliminated Dante’s Divine Comedy, Calderón’s Marvellous Magician, Milton’s Paradise Lost, Goethe’s Faust, Byron’s Cain, Vigny’s Eloa, and Lermon-tov’s Demon? Sorry indeed would have been the plight of litera-ture without a judicious admixture of the Diabolical. Without the Devil there would simply be no literature, because without his intervention there would be no plot, and without a plot the story of the world would lose its interest. Even now, when the belief in the Devil has gone out of fashion, and when the very mention of his name, far from causing men to cross themselves, brings a smile to their faces, Satan has continued to be a puissant personage in the realm of letters. As a matter of fact, Beelzebub has perhaps received his greatest elaboration at the hands of writers who believed in him just as little as Shake-speare did in the ghost of Hamlet’s father.

The Divine Comedy describes Dante's journey through Hell (Inferno), Purgatory (Purgatorio), and Paradise (Paradiso), guided first by the Roman poet Virgil and then by Beatrice, the subject of his love and of another of his works, La Vita Nuova. While the vision of Hell, the Inferno, is vivid for modern readers, the theological niceties presented in the other books require a certain amount of patience and knowledge to appreciate. Purgatorio, the most lyrical and human of the three, also has the most poets in it; Paradiso, the most heavily theological, has the most beautiful and ecstatic mystic passages in which Dante tries to describe what he confesses he is unable to convey (e.g., when Dante looks into the face of God: "all'alta fantasia qui mancò possa" — "at this high moment, ability failed my capacity to describe," Paradiso, XXXIII, 142). "IN the midway of this our mortal life, I found me in a gloomy wood, astray Gone from the path direct: and e'en to tell It were no easy task, how savage wild That forest, how robust and rough its growth, Which to remember only, my dismay Renews, in bitterness not far from death.." (Dante) IN the midway of this our mortal life,I found me in a gloomy wood, astrayGone from the path direct: and e'en to tellIt were no easy task, how savage wildThat forest, how robust and rough its growth,Which to remember only, my dismayRenews, in bitterness not far from death.Yet to discourse of what there good befell,All else will I relate discover'd there.How first I enter'd it I scarce can say,Such sleepy dullness in that instant weigh'dMy senses down, when the true path I left,But when a mountain's foot I reach'd, where clos'dThe valley, that had pierc'd my heart with dread,I look'd aloft, and saw his shoulders broadAlready vested with that planet's beam,Who leads all wanderers safe through every way. Then was a little respite to the fear,That in my heart's recesses deep had lain,All of that night, so pitifully pass'd:And as a man, with difficult short breath,Forespent with toiling, 'scap'd from sea to shore,Turns to the perilous wide waste, and standsAt gaze; e'en so my spirit, that yet fail'dStruggling with terror, turn'd to view the straits,That none hath pass'd and liv'd. My weary frameAfter short pause recomforted, againI journey'd on over that lonely steep,The hinder foot still firmer. Scarce the ascentBegan, when, lo! a panther, nimble, light,And cover'd with a speckled skin, appear'd,Nor, when it saw me, vanish'd, rather stroveTo check my onward going; that ofttimesWith purpose to retrace my steps I turn'd. ? ?About Dante: ? Durante degli Alighieri, simply referred to as Dante (1265–1321), was a major Italian poet of the Middle Ages. His Divine Comedy, originally called La Comedia and later called Divina by Boccaccio, is widely considered the greatest literary work composed in the Italian language and a masterpiece of world literature. In Italy he is known as il Sommo Poeta ("the Supreme Poet") or just il Poeta. He, Petrarch and Boccaccio are also known as "the three fountains" or "the three crowns". Dante is also called the "Father of the Italian language".

The girl had been an orphan from childhood, and Rowland Trowbridge had been almost as a father to her. Avice loved him and watched over him as a daughter; at least, that had been the case until lately. A few weeks since, Mr. Trowbridge had succumbed to the rather florid charms of Mrs. Black, his housekeeper, and told Avice he would marry her in a month. Though greatly surprised and not greatly pleased, Avice had accepted the situation and treated the housekeeper with the same pleasant courtesy she had always shown her. The two “got along” as the phrase is, though their natures were not in many ways congenial. Avice remained at the window till she saw at last Leslie Hoyt’s tall form approaching. She ran to open the door herself. “Oh, Judge Hoyt,” she cried, “Uncle hasn’t come yet! There must be something wrong! What can we do” THE MARK OF CAINBY CAROLYN WELLS AUTHOR OF “A CHAIN OF EVIDENCE,” “THE GOLD BAG,” “THE WHITE ALLEY,” ETC.WITH A FRONTISPIECE IN COLOR BY GAYLE HOSKINS

Epikuros levelei

Elsüllyedt Európa

Bianca 227. (Keljfeljancsi)