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MessagePostÚ le: 03 FÚv 2006 7:51    Sujet du message: Williams Butler Yeats kimdir ? RÚpondre en citant



BYZANTIUM,

G├╝n├╝n kirli imgeleri solup gitmekte
S─▒zm─▒┼č sarho┼č askerleri ─░mparatorun.
Uzakla┼č─▒yor gece titre┼čimleri, ┼čark─▒s─▒ gece gezenlerin
Koca Katedral ├žan─▒ndan sonra.
Y─▒ld─▒z ya da ay ─▒┼č─▒nl─▒ bir kubbe
Tepeden bak─▒yor insana.
─░nsano─člunun olup olaca─č─▒na,
T├╝m├╝ bir karga┼čal─▒k i┼čte sonunda,
├×iddetiyle ├žirkefi insan damarlar─▒n─▒n.

Bir karalt─▒ kay─▒yor ├Ân├╝m s─▒ra; insan m─▒, sanr─▒ m─▒, ne?
─░nsan de─čil de sanr─▒, sanr─▒dan ├žok bir imge.
Çün cehennem kukasına sarılan mumya bezi
├ç├Âzebilir dola─č─▒n─▒ dola┼čm─▒┼č yolun.
Nemi yok – solu─ču yok bir a─č─▒z
Bir bakars─▒n toplam─▒┼č m─▒ ba┼č─▒na
Kendi gibi soluksuz a─č─▒zlar─▒?
─░nsan – ├ťst├╝ne sesleniyorum ben,
Ya┼čamda ├ľl├╝m diyorum buna, ya da ├ľl├╝m’de Ya┼čam.

Tans─▒k m─▒, ku┼č mu, alt─▒ndan el i┼či mi ne?
Ku┼čtan, eli┼činden ├žok bir tans─▒k gene.
Kondu mu bir y─▒ld─▒z ─▒┼č─▒nl─▒ alt─▒ndan dala
Cehennem horozlar─▒ gibi tutar ├Âter mi sana!
Ya da k├╝serekten ay ─▒┼č─▒─č─▒na,
G├Ârkemiyle kendi ├Âl├╝ms├╝z metalinin
Avaz avaz k├╝├ž├╝mser art─▒k
S─▒radan ku┼člar─▒, ├ži├žek yapraklar─▒n─▒,
T├╝m karga┼čas─▒n─▒ ├žirkefle kan─▒n.

Gece yar─▒s─▒nda, saray─▒ ├Ân├╝nde ─░mparatorun
Ate┼čler yalazlan─▒r, ├ž─▒ras─▒z yanan,
Hi├žbir yelle dalgalanmayan,
Yalazlar ki yalazlardan olu┼čmu┼č,
Kan d├Âl├╝t├╝ ruhlar akar buraya
├×iddet karga┼čalar─▒ da─č─▒l─▒rlar o zaman
A─č─▒r bir raks d├Âng├╝s├╝nde ├Âlg├╝nle┼čerek
Kendinden ge├žmenin i┼čkencesiyle – ate┼čten g├Âmlek!
├ľyle bir ate┼č ki tek bir yalaz─▒
Tek bir k─▒l─▒ bile da─člayamayan.

Yunusun ├žirkefiyle kan─▒na binmi┼č ruhlar s├Âk├╝n eder birbiri ard─▒na
Ustaba┼člar─▒d─▒r: durdurur bu ak─▒n─▒,
Saray kuyumcular─▒, alt─▒n i┼čleyen.
Raks yerinin mermer d├Â┼čemesidir:
Al─▒r ac─▒ ├Âfkesini karma┼čalar─▒n.
─░mgelerden do─čup imge do─čuran
O ilk imgelerdir: durdurur
Çirkefle kanı
Ve denizi.
Yunuslar─▒n parampar├ža etti─či
├çan sesleriyle ├žileden ├ž─▒km─▒┼č deniz...


William Butler Yeats
T├╝rk├žesi : Nihal YE├É─░NOBALI



Her ├×ey Ayartabilir Beni,

Her ┼čey ayartabilir beni ┼ču ┼čiir u─čra┼č─▒ndan;
G├╝n olur bir kad─▒n─▒n y├╝z├╝, ya da daha k├Ât├╝s├╝,
├çekti─či ├žile al─▒klarca y├Ânetilen yurdumun;
├×imdi daha kolay─▒ yok
Elimin al─▒┼čt─▒─č─▒ bu i┼čten. Gen├žken
Metelik vermezdim t├╝rk├╝lere,
Saz─▒n─▒ ├žalmaz m─▒yd─▒ ozan
K─▒l─▒├ž k─▒nda beklercesine;
Raz─▒y─▒m, dile─čim yerine gelsin de tek,
Bal─▒ktan daha so─čuk, daha dilsiz, daha sa─č─▒r olmaya.



William Butler Yeats
T├╝rk├žesi: Cevat ├çAPAN


─░├ç─░NE DO├ÉMU├× ─░RLANDALI TAYYAREC─░N─░N,

Akl─▒m kesti, orda ecelim gayri;
Bulutlara kom┼ču, yukarda bir yer.
Ne d├╝┼čman denenler dostumdan ayr─▒,
Ne dostum denenler dostuma benzer,
Yurdum Kiltartan’─▒n dere boylar─▒,
Yurtta┼č─▒m kil tartan fakir fukara;
Hangi yana ├žeksen ne bir zarar─▒,
Ne hayr─▒ dokunur harbin onlara.
Ne kanun zoruyla girdim bu i┼če,
Ne “ya┼ča” sesleri, ne nutuklarla;
Bir i├ž ferahl─▒─č─▒, bir ├╝rperi┼če
Kap─▒l─▒p kat─▒ld─▒m g├Âkte ├ž─▒ngara.
D├╝┼č├╝nd├╝m her┼čeyi, ├Âl├žt├╝m bi├žtim de
P├╝f kald─▒ yan─▒nda g├Âr├╝p g├Ârd├╝─č├╝m,
G├Âr├╝p g├Ârece─čim bir p├╝f; g├Âz├╝mde
Bu ├Âm├╝r, bu p├╝f├╝r p├╝f├╝r de ├Âl├╝m.


William Butler Yeats
T├╝rk├žesi: Can Y├╝cel


─░kinci Geli┼č,

D├Âne d├Âne b├╝y├╝yen anaforda
├×ahin duyam─▒yor ┼čahincisini;
Her ┼čey y─▒k─▒l─▒yor, bel vermi┼č ortadirek;
Karga┼čal─▒k sal─▒nm─▒┼č yery├╝z├╝ne,
Y├╝kseliyor kana bulanm─▒┼č sular, ve her yerde
Sulara g├Âm├╝l├╝yor su├žsuzlu─čun t├Âreni;
─░yiler her t├╝rl├╝ inan├žtan yoksun,
Oysa yo─čun bir tutkuyla esrik k├Ât├╝ler.

Belli ki bir giz a├ž─▒klanmak ├╝zere;
Belli ki ─░kinci Geli┼č kap─▒m─▒z─▒ ├žal─▒yor.
─░kinci Geli┼č! Bu s├Âzler ├ž─▒kar ├ž─▒kmaz a─čz─▒mdan,
Koca bir g├Âr├╝nt├╝ t─▒rmal─▒yor g├Âz├╝m├╝
Evrensel Ruh i├žinden: bir ├ž├Âl├╝n kumlar─▒ ├╝zerinde
G├Âvdesi aslan, ba┼č─▒ insan bir yarat─▒k,
G├╝ne┼č gibi bo┼č, amans─▒z bir bak─▒┼čla
At─▒yor a─č─▒r a─č─▒r ad─▒mlar─▒n─▒, bir yandan
Sararken ├ževresini ├Âfkeli ├ž├Âl ku┼člar─▒n─▒n g├Âlgeleri.
Karanl─▒k bast─▒r─▒yor yeniden; ama biliyorum ki art─▒k,
Yirmi y├╝zy─▒l s├╝ren ├Âl├╝ms├╝z uyku
Sallanan bir be┼čikte karabasana d├Ânm├╝┼č,
├×imdi hangi y─▒rt─▒c─▒ hayvan, saati geldi diye,
Ald─▒r─▒┼čs─▒z y├╝r├╝yor Beyt├╝llahm’da do─čmaya?


William Butler Yeats
T├╝rk├žesi : Cevat ├çAPAN


YA├×LANDI├ÉIN ZAMAN,

Birg├╝n ba┼č─▒n karlanm─▒┼č, g├Âzlerin uyku dolu
Ate┼čin ba┼č─▒ndayken; ara bu kitab─▒ ,al
Yava┼č yava┼č kar─▒┼čt─▒r a├ž─▒ls─▒n mazi yolu
Bu─čulu bak─▒┼člarla o eski g├╝nlere dal,

Kimler g├╝zelli─čini sayd─▒, kimler harcad─▒?
Kimler seni sevdi en i├žli taraflar─▒nla?
D├╝┼č├╝n ki seni candan seven birisi vard─▒,
En somurtkan y├╝z├╝nle en darg─▒n laflar─▒nla...

Uzaktaki da─člar─▒ sararken bir koyu sis,
Parlayan odunlara ba┼č─▒n e─čik m─▒r─▒ldan,
- O sevgi, ah o kadri bilinmeyen y├╝ce his,
Nas─▒l da ge├žip gitti? Nas─▒l u├žtu? Ne zaman?


William Butler Yeats
Beh├žet Kemal ├ça─člar

Et mon pr├ęf├ęr├ę...

He Wishes For the cloths of Heaven,
By W B Yeats

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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MessagePostÚ le: 11 Avr 2006 12:31    Sujet du message: RÚpondre en citant

Super , Aur├ęl nous a mis du Yeats Very Happy

That's strange!! I'm gobbesmacked, there is a strange resemblance between you & Yeats! Exclamation
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MessagePostÚ le: 11 Avr 2006 13:31    Sujet du message: RÚpondre en citant

SAILING TO BYZANTIUM

THAT is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees
- Those dying generations - at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.

An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.

O sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.

Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, dramatist and prose writer, one of the greatest English-language poets of the 20th century. Yeats received the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1923.

William Butler Yeats was born on June 13, 1865 in Dublin. His father was a lawyer turned Pre-Raphaelite painter. In 1867 the family followed him to London and settled in Bedford Park. In 1881 they returned to Dublin, where Yeats studied at the Metropolitan School of Art. Reincarnation, communication with the dead, mediums, supernatural systems and Oriental mysticism fascinated Yeats through his life. In 1886 Yeats formed the Dublin Lodge of the Hermetic Society.

As a writer Yeats made his debut in 1885, when he published his first poems in The Dublin University Review. In 1887 the family returned to Bedford Park, and Yeats devoted himself to writing. He visited Mme Blavatsky, the famous occultist, and joined the Esoteric Section of the Theosophical Society, but was later asked to resign. In 1889 Yeats met his great love, Maud Gonne (1866-1953), an actress and Irish revolutionary who became a major landmark in his life and imagination. However, she married in 1903 Major John MacBride, and this episode inspired Yeats's poem "No Second Troy".

Yeats was interested in folktales as a part of an exploration of national heritage and for the revival of Celtic identity. His study with George Russell and Douglas Hyde of Irish legends and tales was published in 1888 under the title Fairy and Folk Tales of the Irish Peasantry. Yeats assembled for children a less detailed version, Irish Fairy Tales, which appeared in 1892. The Wanderings Of Oisin And Other Poems (1889), took its subject from Irish mythology.

In 1896 Yeats returned to live permanently in his home country. He reformed the Irish Literary Society, and then the National Literary Society in Dublin, which aimed to promote the New Irish Library. In 1897 he met Isabella Augusta, Lady Gregory, with whom he founded the Irish Literary Theatre. Yeats worked as a director of the theatre to the end of his life, writing several plays for it. His most famous dramas were Cathleen Ni Houlihan (1902) and The Land Of Heart's Desire (1894).

In early 1917 Yeats bought Thoor Ballyle, a derelict Norman stone tower near Coole Park. After restoring it, the tower became his summer home and a central symbol in his later poetry. In 1917 he married Georgie Hyde-Lee. During their honeymoon Yeats's wife demonstrated her gift for automatic writing. Their collaborative notebooks formed the basis of A Vision (1925), a book of marriage therapy spiced with occultism.

In 1932 Yeats founded the Irish Academy of Letters and in 1933 he was briefly involved with the fascist Blueshirts in Dublin. In his final years Yeats worked on the last version of A Vision, which attempted to present a theory of the variation of human personality, and published The Oxford Book Of Verse (1936) and New Poems (1938).

Yeats died on January 28, 1939 at the H├┤tel Id├ęal S├ęjour, in Menton, France.


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