poetry

A NeoQuenya translation of this short poem by Anne Brontë.

As it's the 200th anniversary of the death of the romantic poet John Keats, here's the Quenya translation of one of his poems that he wrote on the death of a favourite bird he'd been keeping.

I took some licence by assuming a shortening of manan to ma'n in fast speech and in poetry, but the lines would've been overlong otherwise.

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Sámen kukúa ar i lisse firne;

Ar náven firnes nyérenen:

I am reviving an older translation from Google Plus, because I am in that mood.

On my quest to commit a travesty upon as many Yeats poems as possible, here's A Dream Of Death.

A NeoQuenya translation of a poem by WB Yeats.

This is a short poem of two elegiac couplets (each of which consists of a hexameter and a pentameter) written by the Greek poet Anakreón that I learned in school eons ago. The trouble is, I am unable to find an original version of this epigram anywhere or even an English version, so I went by the Hungarian translation I remember (translated by Miklós Radnóti). Better let's not call it a translation but an adaptation then (or a game of Chinese whisper).

The metre is supposed to be

This little poem is heavily inspired by a poem written by Hungarian poet Sándor Weöres that was known practically by every child when I grew up (and probably still is). I can't call it a translation as I simply lack the vocabulary and skills to do it justice, but I at least tried to convey the rhythm (the original consists purely of molossi to mimic the swinging-ringin motion and sound of the sleighs) and sense.

A poem by Edith Nesbit

Prospero’s abandonment of magic (The Tempest V, 1)