Twenty years hence. - (Húsz ėv mulva) (poem) by Peter J. Oszmann on AuthorsDen

Twenty years hence. - (Húsz ėv mulva)
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(In Gina’s Keepsake) Like on top of Mont Blanc the ice That neither sun, nor wind can harm, My silent heart no more ignites And new passions it will disarm. Around me millions of stars Vie to play the coquette and gleam, Like scattered rays of splendid Mars; Yet I don’t thaw in the star-beam. But, when in the hush of the night - Dreaming in reverie, alone - On fairy lake of past moonlight Your swan like image appears, lone; Then my heart lights up with warm glow, Like, after the long winter night, Mont Blanc’s white, perpetual snow, Glimmer red in the dawn’s sunlight. Translated/Transliterated from the Hungarian original of János Vajda’s poem: “Húsz ėv mulva”, written in 1876. © English translation/transliteration by P. J. Oszmann (2003) © Illustration created in Photoshop (2004) This Hungarian poem by János Vajda was one of my favourite poems in my misspent youth. Below I give you the original, followed by a word-by-word non-literary translation. I only wish I had the talent to give - in the English version - all the nuances and subtleties of the original. I tried my best to stay close to the original in form and imagery, but I do not pretend that I could ever give full justice to the sheer beauty of the original in my adopted language. The best I can hope for is to give you a “taster”. The Original by János Vajda: Húsz ėv mulva. (Gina emlėkkönyvėbe) Mint a Montblanc csucsán a jėg, Minek nem árt se nap, se szėl Csöndes szivem, többė nem ėg; Nem bántja újabb szenvedėly. Körültem csillagmiriád Versenyt kacėrkodik, ragyog, Fejemre szórja sugarát; Azėrt mėg föl nem olvadok. De nėha csöndes ėjszakán Elálmodozva, egyedül - Mult ifjuság tündėr taván Hattyúi kėped fölmerül. És ekkor mėg szivem kigyúl, Mint hosszu tėli ėjjelen Montblanc örök hava, ha túl A fölkelõ nap megjelen… The word-by-word translation. Like on Mont Blanc’s top the ice, That neither sun, nor wind can harm, My silent heart no longer burns; New passion does not hurt it. Around me millions of stars Compete to flirt, shine, Onto my head sprinkle their rays; And yet I do not thaw. But sometimes in quiet nights Dreaming, alone - On the fairy lake of past youth Your swan like image emerges, And then still my heart lights up Like in long winter night The perpetual snow of Mont Blanc, when over The rising sun appears.

Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader)

Reviewed on December 15, 2004

This is a Beutiful Poem and you did more than justice to it in any way you wrote it. The pictures that you paint here and the swan that relights the heart the whole thig is just Beautiful.
Thank You
Have a wonderful day everyday
Tracey

Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU

Reviewed on December 11, 2004

By the rhythm and harmony of the verselines, I can feel that the translation reveals the original composition. It sings originally to my ears. I have enjoyed the version/translation of "Húsz év mulva".

Thank Your for introducing Poet János Vajda, and for sharing the translated/version of "Twenty years hence. - (Húsz ėv mulva)".

Healthy Long Creative Life, Poet!

Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on December 10, 2004

(((peter)))

i concur, beautiful in any language! BRAVO!

(((HUGS))) and love, karla.

there is hungarian in my background, i just wish i knew it :)

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

beautiful in any language, peter! well done; bravo!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in america, karen lynn in texas. :D

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on December 9, 2004

Thank you for this beautiful sharing.

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

"Twenty years hence"...don't keep me in suspense...Ed

Reviewed by Lori Moore

Very nice. I also enjoyed your translation of the poem by by János Vajda.