Someone saw the fruit, that could not get ripe
They shook the trunk - it fell, just so...
Here's the song of him who did not finish his song
And that he had a voice - he did not know.

Perhaps he was not on good terms with fate,
And on bad terms with circumstance.
And the tight string lay on a fret
That was broken in single place.

He started shyly with first note
But did not finish it, did not..
His music was incomplete
Did not make anyone's soul rise..
The dog kept barking, and the cat
Was hunting mice.

It's funny! Funny, yes it is! It is.
But he made jokes - they didn't impress,
He did not finish tasting wine
Did not even touch it to his face.

While he started the argument
Unhurried and uncertain
Just like, on forehead, drops of sweat
The soul had shimmered through his skin.

He began the duel on the rug,
Barely, barely he began.
The judge did not open the score.
And little he saw of the game.

He sought to know all of it,
But did not reach, did not...
Not till the riddle, not the root,
He did not dig until the deep,
And her, that is still by herself,
He did not finish loving!

It's funny! Funny, yes it is! It is.
And he had hurried - all for none.
And all that he did not resolve
Was not resolved by anyone.

Not with single word do I lie -
He served the pure word, poetry.
And he wrote poems on the snow -
But snows melt beneath the trees.

But the snow was falling then
And the freedom to write on the snow.
And the big snowflakes and hail
He touched with his lips as he ran, so.

But her, the one in silver necklace
He did not reach, not at his pace...
Did not reach goal, the runner he,
Not finished flight, it was in vain,
And sign beneath which he was born
Was licking cold Milky Way.

It's funny! Funny, yes it is! It is
When seconds do not reach the light -
The sound that does not reach the end -
Unfinished flight, unfinished flight.

It's funny? Funny, well, it's so -
Funny to you, even to me.
The horse that jumps and bird that flies -
And whose fault could it be?

By Vladimir Vysotsky
Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat
https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambat

On Friday, May 5, 2023 at 8:02:30 PM UTC-4, Ilya Shambat wrote:
> Someone saw the fruit, that could not get ripe
> They shook the trunk - it fell, just so...
> Here's the song of him who did not finish his song
> And that he had a voice - he did not know.
>
> Perhaps he was not on good terms with fate,
> And on bad terms with circumstance.
> And the tight string lay on a fret
> That was broken in single place.
>
> He started shyly with first note
> But did not finish it, did not..
> His music was incomplete
> Did not make anyone's soul rise..
> The dog kept barking, and the cat
> Was hunting mice.
>
> It's funny! Funny, yes it is! It is.
> But he made jokes - they didn't impress,
> He did not finish tasting wine
> Did not even touch it to his face.
>
> While he started the argument
> Unhurried and uncertain
> Just like, on forehead, drops of sweat
> The soul had shimmered through his skin.
>
> He began the duel on the rug,
> Barely, barely he began.
> The judge did not open the score.
> And little he saw of the game.
>
> He sought to know all of it,
> But did not reach, did not...
> Not till the riddle, not the root,
> He did not dig until the deep,
> And her, that is still by herself,
> He did not finish loving!
>
> It's funny! Funny, yes it is! It is.
> And he had hurried - all for none.
> And all that he did not resolve
> Was not resolved by anyone.
>
> Not with single word do I lie -
> He served the pure word, poetry.
> And he wrote poems on the snow -
> But snows melt beneath the trees.
>
> But the snow was falling then
> And the freedom to write on the snow.
> And the big snowflakes and hail
> He touched with his lips as he ran, so.
>
> But her, the one in silver necklace
> He did not reach, not at his pace...
> Did not reach goal, the runner he,
> Not finished flight, it was in vain,
> And sign beneath which he was born
> Was licking cold Milky Way.
>
> It's funny! Funny, yes it is! It is
> When seconds do not reach the light -
> The sound that does not reach the end -
> Unfinished flight, unfinished flight.
>
> It's funny? Funny, well, it's so -
> Funny to you, even to me.
> The horse that jumps and bird that flies -
> And whose fault could it be?
>
> By Vladimir Vysotsky
> Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat
> https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambat

Another Dockery Bio?

On Friday, May 5, 2023 at 8:02:30 PM UTC-4, Ilya Shambat wrote:
> Someone saw the fruit, that could not get ripe
> They shook the trunk - it fell, just so...
> Here's the song of him who did not finish his song
> And that he had a voice - he did not know.
>
> Perhaps he was not on good terms with fate,
> And on bad terms with circumstance.
> And the tight string lay on a fret
> That was broken in single place.
>
> He started shyly with first note
> But did not finish it, did not..
> His music was incomplete
> Did not make anyone's soul rise..
> The dog kept barking, and the cat
> Was hunting mice.
>
> It's funny! Funny, yes it is! It is.
> But he made jokes - they didn't impress,
> He did not finish tasting wine
> Did not even touch it to his face.
>
> While he started the argument
> Unhurried and uncertain
> Just like, on forehead, drops of sweat
> The soul had shimmered through his skin.
>
> He began the duel on the rug,
> Barely, barely he began.
> The judge did not open the score.
> And little he saw of the game.
>
> He sought to know all of it,
> But did not reach, did not...
> Not till the riddle, not the root,
> He did not dig until the deep,
> And her, that is still by herself,
> He did not finish loving!
>
> It's funny! Funny, yes it is! It is.
> And he had hurried - all for none.
> And all that he did not resolve
> Was not resolved by anyone.
>
> Not with single word do I lie -
> He served the pure word, poetry.
> And he wrote poems on the snow -
> But snows melt beneath the trees.
>
> But the snow was falling then
> And the freedom to write on the snow.
> And the big snowflakes and hail
> He touched with his lips as he ran, so.
>
> But her, the one in silver necklace
> He did not reach, not at his pace...
> Did not reach goal, the runner he,
> Not finished flight, it was in vain,
> And sign beneath which he was born
> Was licking cold Milky Way.
>
> It's funny! Funny, yes it is! It is
> When seconds do not reach the light -
> The sound that does not reach the end -
> Unfinished flight, unfinished flight.
>
> It's funny? Funny, well, it's so -
> Funny to you, even to me.
> The horse that jumps and bird that flies -
> And whose fault could it be?
>
> By Vladimir Vysotsky
> Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat
> https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambat

KK, finally! Not knowing the source material, but just by reading-- this reads- at least to me- not too badly. Some minor issues, some references that may not make sense to Americans-- but Ash was a traveler and knows of cultural differences.

On Friday, May 5, 2023 at 9:04:59 PM UTC-4, Ash Wurthing wrote:
> On Friday, May 5, 2023 at 8:02:30 PM UTC-4, Ilya Shambat wrote:
> > Someone saw the fruit, that could not get ripe
> > They shook the trunk - it fell, just so...
> > Here's the song of him who did not finish his song
> > And that he had a voice - he did not know.
> >
> > Perhaps he was not on good terms with fate,
> > And on bad terms with circumstance.
> > And the tight string lay on a fret
> > That was broken in single place.
> >
> > He started shyly with first note
> > But did not finish it, did not..
> > His music was incomplete
> > Did not make anyone's soul rise..
> > The dog kept barking, and the cat
> > Was hunting mice.
> >
> > It's funny! Funny, yes it is! It is.
> > But he made jokes - they didn't impress,
> > He did not finish tasting wine
> > Did not even touch it to his face.
> >
> > While he started the argument
> > Unhurried and uncertain
> > Just like, on forehead, drops of sweat
> > The soul had shimmered through his skin.
> >
> > He began the duel on the rug,
> > Barely, barely he began.
> > The judge did not open the score.
> > And little he saw of the game.
> >
> > He sought to know all of it,
> > But did not reach, did not...
> > Not till the riddle, not the root,
> > He did not dig until the deep,
> > And her, that is still by herself,
> > He did not finish loving!
> >
> > It's funny! Funny, yes it is! It is.
> > And he had hurried - all for none.
> > And all that he did not resolve
> > Was not resolved by anyone.
> >
> > Not with single word do I lie -
> > He served the pure word, poetry.
> > And he wrote poems on the snow -
> > But snows melt beneath the trees.
> >
> > But the snow was falling then
> > And the freedom to write on the snow.
> > And the big snowflakes and hail
> > He touched with his lips as he ran, so.
> >
> > But her, the one in silver necklace
> > He did not reach, not at his pace...
> > Did not reach goal, the runner he,
> > Not finished flight, it was in vain,
> > And sign beneath which he was born
> > Was licking cold Milky Way.
> >
> > It's funny! Funny, yes it is! It is
> > When seconds do not reach the light -
> > The sound that does not reach the end -
> > Unfinished flight, unfinished flight.
> >
> > It's funny? Funny, well, it's so -
> > Funny to you, even to me.
> > The horse that jumps and bird that flies -
> > And whose fault could it be?
> >
> > By Vladimir Vysotsky
> > Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat
> > https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambat
> KK, finally! Not knowing the source material, but just by reading-- this reads- at least to me- not too badly. Some minor issues, some references that may not make sense to Americans-- but Ash was a traveler and knows of cultural differences.

Exhibit A:

"Someone saw the fruit, that could not get ripe
They shook the trunk - it fell, just so...
Here's the song of him who did not finish his song
And that he had a voice - he did not know."

Tarzan shouts Zorro.

If one wants to translate, translate but I sure wouldn't want my work translated into Russian, destroying my words along the way.

On Friday, May 5, 2023 at 9:13:16 PM UTC-4, Edward Rochester Esq. wrote:
> On Friday, May 5, 2023 at 9:04:59 PM UTC-4, Ash Wurthing wrote:
> > On Friday, May 5, 2023 at 8:02:30 PM UTC-4, Ilya Shambat wrote:
> > > Someone saw the fruit, that could not get ripe
> > > They shook the trunk - it fell, just so...
> > > Here's the song of him who did not finish his song
> > > And that he had a voice - he did not know.
> > >
> > > Perhaps he was not on good terms with fate,
> > > And on bad terms with circumstance.
> > > And the tight string lay on a fret
> > > That was broken in single place.
> > >
> > > He started shyly with first note
> > > But did not finish it, did not..
> > > His music was incomplete
> > > Did not make anyone's soul rise..
> > > The dog kept barking, and the cat
> > > Was hunting mice.
> > >
> > > It's funny! Funny, yes it is! It is.
> > > But he made jokes - they didn't impress,
> > > He did not finish tasting wine
> > > Did not even touch it to his face.
> > >
> > > While he started the argument
> > > Unhurried and uncertain
> > > Just like, on forehead, drops of sweat
> > > The soul had shimmered through his skin.
> > >
> > > He began the duel on the rug,
> > > Barely, barely he began.
> > > The judge did not open the score.
> > > And little he saw of the game.
> > >
> > > He sought to know all of it,
> > > But did not reach, did not...
> > > Not till the riddle, not the root,
> > > He did not dig until the deep,
> > > And her, that is still by herself,
> > > He did not finish loving!
> > >
> > > It's funny! Funny, yes it is! It is.
> > > And he had hurried - all for none.
> > > And all that he did not resolve
> > > Was not resolved by anyone.
> > >
> > > Not with single word do I lie -
> > > He served the pure word, poetry.
> > > And he wrote poems on the snow -
> > > But snows melt beneath the trees.
> > >
> > > But the snow was falling then
> > > And the freedom to write on the snow.
> > > And the big snowflakes and hail
> > > He touched with his lips as he ran, so.
> > >
> > > But her, the one in silver necklace
> > > He did not reach, not at his pace...
> > > Did not reach goal, the runner he,
> > > Not finished flight, it was in vain,
> > > And sign beneath which he was born
> > > Was licking cold Milky Way.
> > >
> > > It's funny! Funny, yes it is! It is
> > > When seconds do not reach the light -
> > > The sound that does not reach the end -
> > > Unfinished flight, unfinished flight.
> > >
> > > It's funny? Funny, well, it's so -
> > > Funny to you, even to me.
> > > The horse that jumps and bird that flies -
> > > And whose fault could it be?
> > >
> > > By Vladimir Vysotsky
> > > Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat
> > > https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambat
> > KK, finally! Not knowing the source material, but just by reading-- this reads- at least to me- not too badly. Some minor issues, some references that may not make sense to Americans-- but Ash was a traveler and knows of cultural differences.
> Exhibit A:
> "Someone saw the fruit, that could not get ripe
> They shook the trunk - it fell, just so...
> Here's the song of him who did not finish his song
> And that he had a voice - he did not know."
> Tarzan shouts Zorro.
>
> If one wants to translate, translate but I sure wouldn't want my work translated into Russian, destroying my words along the way.

Unfortunately, translation can get dicey when differences between languages can cripple the effort.

On Friday, May 5, 2023 at 9:36:18 PM UTC-4, Ash Wurthing wrote:
> On Friday, May 5, 2023 at 9:13:16 PM UTC-4, Edward Rochester Esq. wrote:
> > On Friday, May 5, 2023 at 9:04:59 PM UTC-4, Ash Wurthing wrote:
> > > On Friday, May 5, 2023 at 8:02:30 PM UTC-4, Ilya Shambat wrote:
> > > > Someone saw the fruit, that could not get ripe
> > > > They shook the trunk - it fell, just so...
> > > > Here's the song of him who did not finish his song
> > > > And that he had a voice - he did not know.
> > > >
> > > > Perhaps he was not on good terms with fate,
> > > > And on bad terms with circumstance.
> > > > And the tight string lay on a fret
> > > > That was broken in single place.
> > > >
> > > > He started shyly with first note
> > > > But did not finish it, did not..
> > > > His music was incomplete
> > > > Did not make anyone's soul rise..
> > > > The dog kept barking, and the cat
> > > > Was hunting mice.
> > > >
> > > > It's funny! Funny, yes it is! It is.
> > > > But he made jokes - they didn't impress,
> > > > He did not finish tasting wine
> > > > Did not even touch it to his face.
> > > >
> > > > While he started the argument
> > > > Unhurried and uncertain
> > > > Just like, on forehead, drops of sweat
> > > > The soul had shimmered through his skin.
> > > >
> > > > He began the duel on the rug,
> > > > Barely, barely he began.
> > > > The judge did not open the score.
> > > > And little he saw of the game.
> > > >
> > > > He sought to know all of it,
> > > > But did not reach, did not...
> > > > Not till the riddle, not the root,
> > > > He did not dig until the deep,
> > > > And her, that is still by herself,
> > > > He did not finish loving!
> > > >
> > > > It's funny! Funny, yes it is! It is.
> > > > And he had hurried - all for none.
> > > > And all that he did not resolve
> > > > Was not resolved by anyone.
> > > >
> > > > Not with single word do I lie -
> > > > He served the pure word, poetry.
> > > > And he wrote poems on the snow -
> > > > But snows melt beneath the trees.
> > > >
> > > > But the snow was falling then
> > > > And the freedom to write on the snow.
> > > > And the big snowflakes and hail
> > > > He touched with his lips as he ran, so.
> > > >
> > > > But her, the one in silver necklace
> > > > He did not reach, not at his pace...
> > > > Did not reach goal, the runner he,
> > > > Not finished flight, it was in vain,
> > > > And sign beneath which he was born
> > > > Was licking cold Milky Way.
> > > >
> > > > It's funny! Funny, yes it is! It is
> > > > When seconds do not reach the light -
> > > > The sound that does not reach the end -
> > > > Unfinished flight, unfinished flight.
> > > >
> > > > It's funny? Funny, well, it's so -
> > > > Funny to you, even to me.
> > > > The horse that jumps and bird that flies -
> > > > And whose fault could it be?
> > > >
> > > > By Vladimir Vysotsky
> > > > Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat
> > > > https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambat
> > > KK, finally! Not knowing the source material, but just by reading-- this reads- at least to me- not too badly. Some minor issues, some references that may not make sense to Americans-- but Ash was a traveler and knows of cultural differences.
> > Exhibit A:
> > "Someone saw the fruit, that could not get ripe
> > They shook the trunk - it fell, just so...
> > Here's the song of him who did not finish his song
> > And that he had a voice - he did not know."
> > Tarzan shouts Zorro.
> >
> > If one wants to translate, translate but I sure wouldn't want my work translated into Russian, destroying my words along the way.
> Unfortunately, translation can get dicey when differences between languages can cripple the effort.

Absolutely, no argument there. I just don't think the translations here, do justice to what was written in the native language, which, for me, does more an injustice to the original.

On Friday, May 5, 2023 at 9:42:51 PM UTC-4, Edward Rochester Esq. wrote:
> On Friday, May 5, 2023 at 9:36:18 PM UTC-4, Ash Wurthing wrote:
> > On Friday, May 5, 2023 at 9:13:16 PM UTC-4, Edward Rochester Esq. wrote:
> > > On Friday, May 5, 2023 at 9:04:59 PM UTC-4, Ash Wurthing wrote:
> > > > On Friday, May 5, 2023 at 8:02:30 PM UTC-4, Ilya Shambat wrote:
> > > > > Someone saw the fruit, that could not get ripe
> > > > > They shook the trunk - it fell, just so...
> > > > > Here's the song of him who did not finish his song
> > > > > And that he had a voice - he did not know.
> > > > >
> > > > > Perhaps he was not on good terms with fate,
> > > > > And on bad terms with circumstance.
> > > > > And the tight string lay on a fret
> > > > > That was broken in single place.
> > > > >
> > > > > He started shyly with first note
> > > > > But did not finish it, did not..
> > > > > His music was incomplete
> > > > > Did not make anyone's soul rise..
> > > > > The dog kept barking, and the cat
> > > > > Was hunting mice.
> > > > >
> > > > > It's funny! Funny, yes it is! It is.
> > > > > But he made jokes - they didn't impress,
> > > > > He did not finish tasting wine
> > > > > Did not even touch it to his face.
> > > > >
> > > > > While he started the argument
> > > > > Unhurried and uncertain
> > > > > Just like, on forehead, drops of sweat
> > > > > The soul had shimmered through his skin.
> > > > >
> > > > > He began the duel on the rug,
> > > > > Barely, barely he began.
> > > > > The judge did not open the score.
> > > > > And little he saw of the game.
> > > > >
> > > > > He sought to know all of it,
> > > > > But did not reach, did not...
> > > > > Not till the riddle, not the root,
> > > > > He did not dig until the deep,
> > > > > And her, that is still by herself,
> > > > > He did not finish loving!
> > > > >
> > > > > It's funny! Funny, yes it is! It is.
> > > > > And he had hurried - all for none.
> > > > > And all that he did not resolve
> > > > > Was not resolved by anyone.
> > > > >
> > > > > Not with single word do I lie -
> > > > > He served the pure word, poetry.
> > > > > And he wrote poems on the snow -
> > > > > But snows melt beneath the trees.
> > > > >
> > > > > But the snow was falling then
> > > > > And the freedom to write on the snow.
> > > > > And the big snowflakes and hail
> > > > > He touched with his lips as he ran, so.
> > > > >
> > > > > But her, the one in silver necklace
> > > > > He did not reach, not at his pace...
> > > > > Did not reach goal, the runner he,
> > > > > Not finished flight, it was in vain,
> > > > > And sign beneath which he was born
> > > > > Was licking cold Milky Way.
> > > > >
> > > > > It's funny! Funny, yes it is! It is
> > > > > When seconds do not reach the light -
> > > > > The sound that does not reach the end -
> > > > > Unfinished flight, unfinished flight.
> > > > >
> > > > > It's funny? Funny, well, it's so -
> > > > > Funny to you, even to me.
> > > > > The horse that jumps and bird that flies -
> > > > > And whose fault could it be?
> > > > >
> > > > > By Vladimir Vysotsky
> > > > > Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat
> > > > > https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambat
> > > > KK, finally! Not knowing the source material, but just by reading-- this reads- at least to me- not too badly. Some minor issues, some references that may not make sense to Americans-- but Ash was a traveler and knows of cultural differences.
> > > Exhibit A:
> > > "Someone saw the fruit, that could not get ripe
> > > They shook the trunk - it fell, just so...
> > > Here's the song of him who did not finish his song
> > > And that he had a voice - he did not know."
> > > Tarzan shouts Zorro.
> > >
> > > If one wants to translate, translate but I sure wouldn't want my work translated into Russian, destroying my words along the way.
> > Unfortunately, translation can get dicey when differences between languages can cripple the effort.
> Absolutely, no argument there. I just don't think the translations here, do justice to what was written in the native language, which, for me, does more an injustice to the original.

I can see that. An English translation probably wouldn't have the same power of the original and a Russian translation of your work probably wouldn't have the same impact as your original English version.

On Friday, May 5, 2023 at 9:51:38 PM UTC-4, Ash Wurthing wrote:
> On Friday, May 5, 2023 at 9:42:51 PM UTC-4, Edward Rochester Esq. wrote:
> > On Friday, May 5, 2023 at 9:36:18 PM UTC-4, Ash Wurthing wrote:
> > > On Friday, May 5, 2023 at 9:13:16 PM UTC-4, Edward Rochester Esq. wrote:
> > > > On Friday, May 5, 2023 at 9:04:59 PM UTC-4, Ash Wurthing wrote:
> > > > > On Friday, May 5, 2023 at 8:02:30 PM UTC-4, Ilya Shambat wrote:
> > > > > > Someone saw the fruit, that could not get ripe
> > > > > > They shook the trunk - it fell, just so...
> > > > > > Here's the song of him who did not finish his song
> > > > > > And that he had a voice - he did not know.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > Perhaps he was not on good terms with fate,
> > > > > > And on bad terms with circumstance.
> > > > > > And the tight string lay on a fret
> > > > > > That was broken in single place.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > He started shyly with first note
> > > > > > But did not finish it, did not..
> > > > > > His music was incomplete
> > > > > > Did not make anyone's soul rise..
> > > > > > The dog kept barking, and the cat
> > > > > > Was hunting mice.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > It's funny! Funny, yes it is! It is.
> > > > > > But he made jokes - they didn't impress,
> > > > > > He did not finish tasting wine
> > > > > > Did not even touch it to his face.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > While he started the argument
> > > > > > Unhurried and uncertain
> > > > > > Just like, on forehead, drops of sweat
> > > > > > The soul had shimmered through his skin.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > He began the duel on the rug,
> > > > > > Barely, barely he began.
> > > > > > The judge did not open the score.
> > > > > > And little he saw of the game.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > He sought to know all of it,
> > > > > > But did not reach, did not...
> > > > > > Not till the riddle, not the root,
> > > > > > He did not dig until the deep,
> > > > > > And her, that is still by herself,
> > > > > > He did not finish loving!
> > > > > >
> > > > > > It's funny! Funny, yes it is! It is.
> > > > > > And he had hurried - all for none.
> > > > > > And all that he did not resolve
> > > > > > Was not resolved by anyone.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > Not with single word do I lie -
> > > > > > He served the pure word, poetry.
> > > > > > And he wrote poems on the snow -
> > > > > > But snows melt beneath the trees.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > But the snow was falling then
> > > > > > And the freedom to write on the snow.
> > > > > > And the big snowflakes and hail
> > > > > > He touched with his lips as he ran, so.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > But her, the one in silver necklace
> > > > > > He did not reach, not at his pace...
> > > > > > Did not reach goal, the runner he,
> > > > > > Not finished flight, it was in vain,
> > > > > > And sign beneath which he was born
> > > > > > Was licking cold Milky Way.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > It's funny! Funny, yes it is! It is
> > > > > > When seconds do not reach the light -
> > > > > > The sound that does not reach the end -
> > > > > > Unfinished flight, unfinished flight.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > It's funny? Funny, well, it's so -
> > > > > > Funny to you, even to me.
> > > > > > The horse that jumps and bird that flies -
> > > > > > And whose fault could it be?
> > > > > >
> > > > > > By Vladimir Vysotsky
> > > > > > Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat
> > > > > > https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambat
> > > > > KK, finally! Not knowing the source material, but just by reading-- this reads- at least to me- not too badly. Some minor issues, some references that may not make sense to Americans-- but Ash was a traveler and knows of cultural differences.
> > > > Exhibit A:
> > > > "Someone saw the fruit, that could not get ripe
> > > > They shook the trunk - it fell, just so...
> > > > Here's the song of him who did not finish his song
> > > > And that he had a voice - he did not know."
> > > > Tarzan shouts Zorro.
> > > >
> > > > If one wants to translate, translate but I sure wouldn't want my work translated into Russian, destroying my words along the way.
> > > Unfortunately, translation can get dicey when differences between languages can cripple the effort.
> > Absolutely, no argument there. I just don't think the translations here, do justice to what was written in the native language, which, for me, does more an injustice to the original.
> I can see that. An English translation probably wouldn't have the same power of the original and a Russian translation of your work probably wouldn't have the same impact as your original English version.

And, Mr. Ash, a conversation (comment) on poetry is what this place should be all about.

Thanks.

On Friday, May 5, 2023 at 9:55:52 PM UTC-4, Edward Rochester Esq. wrote:
> On Friday, May 5, 2023 at 9:51:38 PM UTC-4, Ash Wurthing wrote:
> > On Friday, May 5, 2023 at 9:42:51 PM UTC-4, Edward Rochester Esq. wrote:
> > > On Friday, May 5, 2023 at 9:36:18 PM UTC-4, Ash Wurthing wrote:
> > > > On Friday, May 5, 2023 at 9:13:16 PM UTC-4, Edward Rochester Esq. wrote:
> > > > > On Friday, May 5, 2023 at 9:04:59 PM UTC-4, Ash Wurthing wrote:
> > > > > > On Friday, May 5, 2023 at 8:02:30 PM UTC-4, Ilya Shambat wrote:
> > > > > > > Someone saw the fruit, that could not get ripe
> > > > > > > They shook the trunk - it fell, just so...
> > > > > > > Here's the song of him who did not finish his song
> > > > > > > And that he had a voice - he did not know.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Perhaps he was not on good terms with fate,
> > > > > > > And on bad terms with circumstance.
> > > > > > > And the tight string lay on a fret
> > > > > > > That was broken in single place.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > He started shyly with first note
> > > > > > > But did not finish it, did not..
> > > > > > > His music was incomplete
> > > > > > > Did not make anyone's soul rise..
> > > > > > > The dog kept barking, and the cat
> > > > > > > Was hunting mice.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > It's funny! Funny, yes it is! It is.
> > > > > > > But he made jokes - they didn't impress,
> > > > > > > He did not finish tasting wine
> > > > > > > Did not even touch it to his face.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > While he started the argument
> > > > > > > Unhurried and uncertain
> > > > > > > Just like, on forehead, drops of sweat
> > > > > > > The soul had shimmered through his skin.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > He began the duel on the rug,
> > > > > > > Barely, barely he began.
> > > > > > > The judge did not open the score.
> > > > > > > And little he saw of the game.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > He sought to know all of it,
> > > > > > > But did not reach, did not...
> > > > > > > Not till the riddle, not the root,
> > > > > > > He did not dig until the deep,
> > > > > > > And her, that is still by herself,
> > > > > > > He did not finish loving!
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > It's funny! Funny, yes it is! It is.
> > > > > > > And he had hurried - all for none.
> > > > > > > And all that he did not resolve
> > > > > > > Was not resolved by anyone.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Not with single word do I lie -
> > > > > > > He served the pure word, poetry.
> > > > > > > And he wrote poems on the snow -
> > > > > > > But snows melt beneath the trees.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > But the snow was falling then
> > > > > > > And the freedom to write on the snow.
> > > > > > > And the big snowflakes and hail
> > > > > > > He touched with his lips as he ran, so.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > But her, the one in silver necklace
> > > > > > > He did not reach, not at his pace...
> > > > > > > Did not reach goal, the runner he,
> > > > > > > Not finished flight, it was in vain,
> > > > > > > And sign beneath which he was born
> > > > > > > Was licking cold Milky Way.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > It's funny! Funny, yes it is! It is
> > > > > > > When seconds do not reach the light -
> > > > > > > The sound that does not reach the end -
> > > > > > > Unfinished flight, unfinished flight.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > It's funny? Funny, well, it's so -
> > > > > > > Funny to you, even to me.
> > > > > > > The horse that jumps and bird that flies -
> > > > > > > And whose fault could it be?
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > By Vladimir Vysotsky
> > > > > > > Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat
> > > > > > > https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambat
> > > > > > KK, finally! Not knowing the source material, but just by reading-- this reads- at least to me- not too badly. Some minor issues, some references that may not make sense to Americans-- but Ash was a traveler and knows of cultural differences.
> > > > > Exhibit A:
> > > > > "Someone saw the fruit, that could not get ripe
> > > > > They shook the trunk - it fell, just so...
> > > > > Here's the song of him who did not finish his song
> > > > > And that he had a voice - he did not know."
> > > > > Tarzan shouts Zorro.
> > > > >
> > > > > If one wants to translate, translate but I sure wouldn't want my work translated into Russian, destroying my words along the way.
> > > > Unfortunately, translation can get dicey when differences between languages can cripple the effort.
> > > Absolutely, no argument there. I just don't think the translations here, do justice to what was written in the native language, which, for me, does more an injustice to the original.
> > I can see that. An English translation probably wouldn't have the same power of the original and a Russian translation of your work probably wouldn't have the same impact as your original English version.
> And, Mr. Ash, a conversation (comment) on poetry is what this place should be all about.
>
> Thanks.

Never a problem. Unlike my foe, I will comment on poetry despite my liking or disliking of it-- to point out things I may notice or things I think the poet did good with. Like when I took time to listen on a Dylan song for Mr. Burrows (I don't listen to Dylan at all, no interest to). And I try to keep my commentary short n sweet so not to make a fool of myself.
Another example. I was looking at Ron Roach's major influence, Adrian Mitchell and his famous anti-war poem which I normally wouldn't care about. The gent was definitely not a Shelley or Byron, but he had some word play that I could appreciate even though I didn't care about the poem as a whole.
Like here and with Dance's piece I can be neutral or nice even, But if someone is goin' to obstinate about their errors then I won't. What no one knows that way back, before I looked at one of his damned essays, I privately encouraged Ilya to keep writing, for that's what I all about-- people expressing their selves. But they want to be among professional poets, half assed work is goin' not cut it against all the poetry talent out there.

On Friday, May 5, 2023 at 8:23:18 PM UTC-4, Edward Rochester Esq. wrote:
> On Friday, May 5, 2023 at 8:02:30 PM UTC-4, Ilya Shambat wrote:
>
> > Someone saw the fruit, that could not get ripe
> > They shook the trunk - it fell, just so...
> > Here's the song of him who did not finish his song
> > And that he had a voice - he did not know.
> >
> > Perhaps he was not on good terms with fate,
> > And on bad terms with circumstance.
> > And the tight string lay on a fret
> > That was broken in single place.
> >
> > He started shyly with first note
> > But did not finish it, did not..
> > His music was incomplete
> > Did not make anyone's soul rise..
> > The dog kept barking, and the cat
> > Was hunting mice.
> >
> > It's funny! Funny, yes it is! It is.
> > But he made jokes - they didn't impress,
> > He did not finish tasting wine
> > Did not even touch it to his face.
> >
> > While he started the argument
> > Unhurried and uncertain
> > Just like, on forehead, drops of sweat
> > The soul had shimmered through his skin.
> >
> > He began the duel on the rug,
> > Barely, barely he began.
> > The judge did not open the score.
> > And little he saw of the game.
> >
> > He sought to know all of it,
> > But did not reach, did not...
> > Not till the riddle, not the root,
> > He did not dig until the deep,
> > And her, that is still by herself,
> > He did not finish loving!
> >
> > It's funny! Funny, yes it is! It is.
> > And he had hurried - all for none.
> > And all that he did not resolve
> > Was not resolved by anyone.
> >
> > Not with single word do I lie -
> > He served the pure word, poetry.
> > And he wrote poems on the snow -
> > But snows melt beneath the trees.
> >
> > But the snow was falling then
> > And the freedom to write on the snow.
> > And the big snowflakes and hail
> > He touched with his lips as he ran, so.
> >
> > But her, the one in silver necklace
> > He did not reach, not at his pace...
> > Did not reach goal, the runner he,
> > Not finished flight, it was in vain,
> > And sign beneath which he was born
> > Was licking cold Milky Way.
> >
> > It's funny! Funny, yes it is! It is
> > When seconds do not reach the light -
> > The sound that does not reach the end -
> > Unfinished flight, unfinished flight.
> >
> > It's funny? Funny, well, it's so -
> > Funny to you, even to me.
> > The horse that jumps and bird that flies -
> > And whose fault could it be?
> >
> > By Vladimir Vysotsky
> > Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat
> > https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambat
> Another Dockery Bio?

Obsessed with me much, Senetto?

🙂