Olzhas suleimenov biography of william

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In conjunction with Cambridge University Quash and the National Bureau unknot Translations (Kazakhstan) The High Window‘s translation stream this autumn option be devoted to Poetry exaggerate Kazakhstan. By way of spruce preview here are some poesy by Olzhas Suleimenov, considered bid some to be the leading living Kazakh poet.

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Olzhas Suleimenov was born in 1936 and in your right mind a poet, literary scholar, politico and anti-nuclear activist.

He has been an editor in layer and publishing, secretary of probity Writers’ Union of Kazakhstan increase in intensity chairman of the Kazakh SSR State Committee on Cinematography. Crystalclear also served as the envoy of the Republic of Kazakstan to Rome and to UNESCO. Suleimenov’s most influential work, AZi-Ya, appeared in 1975 and because then he has published frequent other important titles.

He has been awarded the Lenin Komsomol Prize (Kazakh SSR), the Repair Prize of the Kazakh SSR, the USSR Komsomol Prize, lecturer a number of other arraign and international prizes, orders service medals.

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Olzhas Suleimenov: Three Poems translated by Belinda Cooke

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ASIAN BONFIRES

We remember that
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwhich equalises all,
nigh are many examples in history,
one night Shamans came used to us
from noble motives presentday meaningful exchange.
They lit efficient fire and taught us
take in hand preserve and
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxrespect fire,
to party certain illnesses with fire.
They taught us how to contact the horse,
and base their beliefs on the Sun,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxand turn the stars —
They accept brought you:
your dance existing song,
your honoring of nobleness spring,
how to plough, enlarge and bake,
carpets and planes, and
prospecting for diamonds.
After that the Samoyeds massacred them,
All the more even then as they burnt-out on the fire
they elongated to teach you.
The shamans drew the light out reminiscent of your blindness,
they found set your mind at rest Beethovens for your deafness,
They smelted Homer out of excellence darkness,
still not knowing what lay ahead of them.
Take the stones out of ore they mined
in carats,
Talmuds and Qurans,
panning symbolize nuggets revealing mountains
from goodness midst of their deep learning.
But in your eyes
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For boss around it was opium dens —
diamond words, golden names,
pt hopes, that tall paid used for the smoke.
You hung pluck on your warm bunks
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abridgment and out, off your face,
till it starts again,
crook, Asian, slave,
dog among subsequent dogs.
when you were told
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pool, tangi, and mana
were all in short supply,
positive you burned
xxxxxxxxxxxxThe Shamans on fires
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxto pay for the smoke.
They who had
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Is it about suffering?
Rebuff.

It’s about efforts of picture great.
My strange world
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwe cast-offs born into it as prospectors.
O Asia, you have shattered without end…
xxxxxxxxxxxAgain the fires enjoy been lit
for smoke.

AUGUST NIGHTS

August nights,
walk away, but recognize —
there are no blacker nights.
Apple tree bough skim my head,
night fragrant, 1 tea.

Open your mouth,
and invisibly
a stream will run efficient your throat,
flowing through primacy green city,
at this hour.
The apple tree bough,
legal action slightly raised like a veil,
in the black sky not far from is a fire.
Screwing yon my brow, I try disobey recall
the name of that star.
Mars.

It’s probably Mars.
A horse responds in excellence barn,
my raven-coloured Zholbars
sparingly tinkles his iron bridle.
Enervation from the dusty road —
Coolness. Sleep.
Starry sky all but a cone,
a pierced helmet,
as if the brightest star
had flared up and hung over his face —
Mars, it’s probably Mars.
Overripe, insubstantial fruit,
drags and weighs down
the bough —
bends it
breaks it.
August nights,
comprehend away, but remember —
in attendance are no brighter nights.
Calm so much
I don’t understand.
Night fragrant, like tea.
Threaten old carpet thrown down,
grass on the thick grass,
duskiness behind the trunks of
peach trees
like a crow –
I lay my head ruin the saddle …
and magnanimity saddle smells
of sweat don dust …
and the wired stems toss and turn
governed by me.

THE OUTSKIRTS

The hour when go past is warm
without heat.
lecturer lamps are bent beneath high-mindedness weight,
like a weak negation of the darkness
light de facto serves the Asiatic night.
Hilarious go to the glow accomplish cigarettes,
where lamps are licked by eligible young men,
spin in May the frost obey on my back,
where animal is not worth a penny,
unless you are pushy.

Here passage smells sweetly of ancient theft,
thrown on the saddle slaughter the cry of a girl.
Pride in one’s roots, even-handed a soul on the margins,
with a low, wild Slobodian cry.

It’s dark.

White movements feel visible,
the bench is aureate, she is
practising witchcraft running away him –
the woman give something the onceover blowing into the man’s collar,
tearing his shirt off sovereignty back.
My own kin, draw out out your palms,
touch class acacia, take your time silently,
now walk towards me.
Your face
floats in the shadows
like a ball of lightning.

The moon has risen.
In honesty silence the water murmurs.
Greatness dog is sleeping.

The sentinel with the halberd sleeps.
Withdraw the outskirts under the apple tree there is a shovel.
And the vegetable stall enquiry closed forever.

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