Angelas krintantis Palangoj
read by Sigitas Geda
© lyrikline, 2020
Tai krintančio angelo balsas,
Iš purpuro – balų,
Skvernai debesų, debesų,
Debesylų – gauruoti.
Tamsus jo drabužis,
Žiedadulkių gausmas,
Sparnuočiai ūmai išbaidyti
Jo balso,
Jo balso – iš balų.
– – Ir trenksmas,
Lyg lūžtų pasauliai,
Lyg lūžtų erdvė – iš platinos,
Akmens, iš aukso
Jo tamsūs sparnai
Šitą erdvę užkloję,
Šviesus kalavijas
Ir lūžtančio sparno
Skeveldros – –
Tai angelo sapnas – pasaulis,
Ir sapnas, ir sparnas,
Šviesus kalavijas – iš sapno.
Iš pieno, iš plieno,
Medaus ir netilstančio
Marių gaudimo
Su bėgančiom, plaukiančiom,
Rėkiančiom marių žuvim,
Gyvulėliais, su aibėm
Kvailų vabalų ir dar skraidančių
Sėklų padangėj.
Daugiau jau nebus,
Daugiau nieko nebus,
Tiktai šitas kritimas,
Sprogimas, lūžimas
Ir garsas – –
Virš vienintelio mūsų pasaulio.
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Duonos angele,
Eik su mumis!
Akmens angele,
Eik su mumis!
Žemės angele,
Angele vėjo!
Akmens angele,
Moliuskų angele,
Eik su mumis!
Tegul eina prieky arklys,
Tegul eina priekyje angelas,
Tegul eina prieky akmuo,
Tegul eina prieky gyvatė!
Klausykite arklio balso,
Klausykite akmens balso,
Klausykite angelo balso,
Klausykite balso gyvatės!
Duonos angele,
Angelo duona,
Duonos akmuo,
Moliusko gyvate!
Duonos arkly,
Angelo arklio
Priekyje eina!
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Vaikas su pašinu kojoj
Ir vienas liūdnas
Šeštadienis
Su rugiagėle
Rankoj.
Angel Falling in Palanga 01
© Kerry Shawn Keys and Vladimir Tarasov
Translated by Kerry Shawn Keys
1.
It’s the voice of a falling angel
From the purple ---- of marshes,
Folds of clouds, clouds,
Cloudberries, shaggy.
Dark clothing.
Drone of pollen.
The winged-ones suddenly scared away
By his voice,
His voice ---- from the marshes.
---- And the roar
As if worlds were breaking,
As if space were breaking ---- from platinum,
Stone, from gold
His dark wings
Covering this space,
Shining sword
And fragments
Of a wing breaking ----
It’s the angel’s dream ---- the world,
And the wing, and the wing,
Shining sword ---- from the dream.
From milk, from metal,
From honey and the everlasting
Drone of the seas
With running, swimming,
Screaming fish,
With little animals, with billions of
Stupid bugs, and seeds
Still flying in the sky.
Nothing more no longer
Nothing more,
Only this falling.
Exploding, breaking
And the sound -- --
Above our only world.
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2.
Angel of bread,
Come with us!
Angel of stone,
Come with us!
Angel of earth,
Angel of wind!
Stone angel,
Mollusk angel,
Come with us!
Let the horse lead the way,
Let the angel lead the way,
Let the stone lead the way,
Let the snake lead the way!
Listen to the horse’s voice,
Listen to the stone’s voice,
Listen to the angel’s voice,
Listen to the voice of the snake!
Angel of bread,
Bread of an angel,
Stone of bread,
Snake of mollusk!
Horse of bread,
Angel-horse
Leading the way.
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3.
And one sad Saturday
A child with a splinter
In his foot
And a cornflower
In his hand.
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Die Stimme des fallenden Engels,
Aus Purpur – der Sümpfe,
Die Wolken, die Wolken
Mit Locken gesäumt.
Dunkel sein Kleid,
Das Summen des Blütenstaubs,
Die Vögel entfliehen,
Gejagt von der Stimme,
Der Stimme – den Sümpfen.
-- Und ein Donnern,
Als brächen die Welten zusammen,
Als bräche zusammen der Raum – aus Platin,
Aus Stein und aus Gold
Seine Fittiche sind,
Der Raum liegt im Dunkel,
Hell bleibt nur das Schwert
Und die Splitter
Des brechenden Fittichs –
Ein Traum dieses Engels – die Welt,
Aus Traum sind die Fittiche,
Aus Traum ist die Helle des Schwerts.
Aus Milch und aus Stahl,
Aus Honig, dem ewigen
Rauschen der See
Mit den fliehenden, schwimmenden,
Schreienden Fischen des Meeres,
Mit Tierchen, mit Scharen
Von dummen Insekten und noch fliegenden
Samen am Himmel.
Mehr wird es nicht geben,
Nichts wird es mehr geben,
Nur dieses Fallen,
Dies Bersten, dies Splittern
Und das Dröhnen –
Űber unserer einzigen Welt.
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Engel des Brotes,
Gehe mit uns!
Engel des Steines,
Gehe mit uns!
Engel der Erde,
Engel des Windes!
Engel des Steines,
Engel der Muscheln,
Gehe mit uns!
Das Pferd gehe voran,
Der Engel gehe voran,
Der Stein gehe voran,
Die Schlange gehe voran!
Höret die Stimme des Pferdes,
Höret die Stimme des Steines,
Höret die Stimme des Engels,
Höret die Schlangenstimme!
Engel des Brotes,
Brot des Engels,
Stein des Brotes,
Schlange der Muschel!
Pferd des Brotes,
Dem Pferde des Engels
Geht er voran!
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Ein Kind mit einem Holzsplitter im Fuß,
Und ein trauriger
Samstag,
In der Hand
Eine Kornblume haltend.
Tā krītošā eņģeļa balss,
No purpura - purva,
Mākoņa stērbeles, mākoņu
Staģēm – pinkainām.
Tumšas tam drānas,
Putekļu duna,
Spārnaini piepeši izbiedēti
No viņa balss,
No viņa balss - no purva.
- - Un grāviens,
It kā pārlūztu pasaules,
Kā pārlūztu telpa - no platīna,
Akmens, no zelta
Viņa tumšie spārni
Pārklāj šo telpu,
Gaismas zobens
Un lūstoša spārna
Šķēpeles - -
Tas eņģeļa sapnis - pasaule
Un spārns, un spārns,
Gaišs zobens - no sapņa,
No piena, no pliena,
No medus un neapklustošā
Jūru gaudojuma
Ar skrejošām, peldošām
Rēcošām jūras zivīm,
Dzīvnieciņiem, ar milzumu
Muļķa vaboļu un vēl spārnotu
Sēklu zem padebešiem.
Vairāk jau nebūs,
Vairs jau nebūs nekā,
Vien šis kritiens,
Sprādziens, lūzums
Un skaņa - -
Pār mūsu vienīgo pasauli.
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2.
Maizes eņģeli,
Nāc ar mums!
Akmens eņģeli,
Nāc ar mums!
Zemes eņģeli,
Eņģeli vējā!
Akmens eņģeli,
Molusku eņģeli,
Nāc ar mums!
Lai pa priekšu iet zirgs,
Lai pa priekšu iet eņģelis,
Lai pa priekšu iet akmens,
Lai pa priekšu iet čūska!
Klausieties zirga balsī,
Klausieties akmens balsī,
Klausieties eņģeļa balsī,
Klausieties čūskas balsī!
Maizes eņģeli,
Eņģeļa maize.
Maizes akmens,
Molusku čūska!
Maizes zirgs,
Eņģeļa zirgam
Ej pa priekšu!
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3.
Bērns ar skabargu kājā
Un viena skumja
Sestdiena
Ar rudzpuķi
Rokā.
1.
Den fallande ängelns röst,
ur purpur – ur kärr,
sjok av moln, moln
av tistlar – raggiga.
Mörk är hans dräkt,
frömjöls muller,
de bevingade skrämdes iväg
av hans röst,
av hans röst – ur kärren.
– – Och dånet,
som skulle världarna rämna,
och rymden av platina,
sten och guld,
hans mörka vingar
famnande denna rymd,
ett skinande svärd.
Och vingen
som splittras – –
Den är ängelns dröm – världen,
och vingen, vingen,
ett blänkande svärd – ur en dröm.
Av mjölk, av stål,
av honung och det oupphörliga
bruset från havet
med springande, simmande
skrikande fisk,
små djur, otaliga
dumma kryp och dessutom frön som virvlar
i luften.
Det blir inte mer än så här,
inget mer,
bara detta fall,
krevaden, rämnandet
och ljudet – –
Över vår enda värld.
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2.
Bröds ängel,
gå med oss!
Stens ängel!
gå med oss!
Jords ängel,
vindängel!
Stens ängel,
blötdjurs ängel,
gå med oss!
Låt hästen visa väg,
låt ängeln visa väg,
låt stenen visa väg,
låt ormen visa väg!
Hör hästens röst,
hör stenens röst,
hör ängelns röst,
hör ormens röst!
Bröds ängel,
änglabröd,
bröds sten,
blötdjurs orm,
bröds häst,
visar änglahästen väg!
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3.
Ett barn med sticka i foten
och en ensam
ledsen lördag
med en blåklint
i handen.
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Country in which the text is setLithuania
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Featured locationsPalanga (Palanga)
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ImpactThe poem was inspired by Palanga, one of the oldest settlements by the Baltic sea. Archeological findings/relics remind of culture of Balts tribes and others, from north, that had been engaged in warfare or trade with them. According to Sigitas Geda the tale of Egle The Queen of Grass-snakes could have been originated in Palanga. S. Geda passionately followed mythology, etimology, the olden cultures and ways. This poem in a distinctive manner retells the myth of the creation of the world, using metaphor of the fall and the bang - when order forms from chaos and silence – from noise. The sea embodies/is the chaos, the angel – the creator, the child, the Saturday and the cornflower – the world.Sigitas Geda is considered to be one of the most important figures of Lithuanian literature. His creative work is a great Lithuanian national cultural value. His voice stood out in front of others, his exceptional relation with Lithuanian culture, ethno genesis, language and religion provoked and gave birth to a cultural field that stood up under the years of Soviet occupation. The poets merit is breaking many stereotypes about poetry and its forms. You can call him one of reformers of poetry led by the generation of Vytautas P. Bložė, Marcelijus Martinaitis and others. Very often it is nearly impossible to translate the poems of Geda, for their many contexts and his own multicultural myths. For this reason authors comments on his poetry become another important part of his creative work.
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BalticnessSigitas Geda was a unique poet. He was in constant search for answers to his questions, such as the identity of nation, genesis of language, relations between nations and their cultures, linguistic ties, parallels of man and nature, origins of religion, etc. Lithuanian language is not marinistic. Sigitas Geda gave a lot of his attention to the sea, which he saw as a primordial element, a link between northern tribes, a place, from which many things came or were originated in it (in various manners). Following the Indo-European prehistory he unified the great myths of various nations, archetypes, symbols, manipulated etymology, saw the ancient and the modern history, one and many tribes at the same time, thus making his individual myth. His poetry is multi-plane and polyphonic, significant to whole region of Baltic.
Erika Drungytė
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Bibliographic informationFrom the collection "Mamutų tėvynė", Vilnius: Vaga 1985All poems by Sigitas Geda are included in the selection “Angelas krintantis Palangoj”, Vilnius 2001.
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Translations
Language Year Translator English Jonas Zdanys English 2002 Kerry Shawn Keys, Judita Glauberson, Edgaras Platelis German 1997 Antanas Gailius Latvian 2004 Knuts Skujenieks Swedish 2001 Ulf Eriksson, Anna Harrison, Mikael Nydahl, Carina Nynäs, Liana Ruokytė, Casper Udmark -
Year of first publication1985
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Place of first publicationVilnius