zaterdag 2 februari 2008

February by Boris Pasternak

One of the most beautiful poems I know is "February" written by Boris Pasternak, whom you might know for his famous novel Dr. Zhivago. I came across this gem when I went looking for the meaning of those beautiful words Regina Spektor is singing in Apres Moi. Can't get enough of the poem ánd the song ever since.

February. Get ink, shed tears.
Write of it, sob your heart out, sing,
While torrential slush that roars
Burns in the blackness of the spring.

Go hire a buggy. For six grivnas,
Race through the noice of bells and wheels
To where the ink and all you grieving
Are muffled when the rainshower falls.

To where, like pears burnt black as charcoal,
A myriad rooks, plucked from the trees,
Fall down into the puddles, hurl
Dry sadness deep into the eyes.

Below, the wet black earth shows through,
With sudden cries the wind is pitted,
The more haphazard, the more true
The poetry that sobs its heart out.


original

Apres Moi - Regina Spektor

4 opmerkingen:

Petite pouchet zei

ok. dit is creepy.
vandaag zat ik nog te zoeken, want ik wilde per se weten wat dat russische stukje betekende in Après moi. En het komt inderdaad uit dat gedicht.
Ik vind het heel erg mooi. Heeft ze weer goed voor mekaar gekregen!

onomatopoeia. zei

haha dat is inderdaad apart :p

ik vind het ook echt ongelofelijk mooi <3

Nykkii zei

that is the SAME reason i went looking for the poem and like, u, i can't get enuff of both now. I'm still haunted by the words of both and looking for a decent analysis of 'February'. any ideas?

Anoniem zei

To Nykkii zei...

Read the poem... stop and think about it. Repeat. Then wright your own analysis. Poetry that is good should best be interpreted by the self.
If that is not enough, try to google what the Author was going through at the time, or had to say public about it the work.