Today, I'm going to transcribe a very short but beautiful poem in Russian and look at it. As I kept practicing Russian transcription, it was a little too much to still transcribe long texts, so I tried to transcribe short poems.

The author of this poem is Anna Akhmatova(Анна Ахматова). This name is a pen name and this writer's real name is Anna Andreevna Gorenko.

She is a very important person among modern Russian poets. Her writings are original and unique, and she has a profound influence on the history of Russian literature.

The poem that I transcribed today is the second of the two poems that I transcribed.

Два стихотворения  /  Анна Ахматова

1

Подушка уже горяча

С обеих сторон.

Вот и вторая свеча

Гаснет и крик ворон

Становится все слышней.

Я эту ночь не спала,

Поздно думать о сне…

Как нестерпимо бела

Штора на белом окне.

Здравствуй!

2

Тот же голос, тот же взгляд,

Те же волосы льняные.

Все, как год тому назад.

Сквозь стекло лучи дневные

Известь белых стен пестрят…

Свежих лилий аромат

И слова твои простые.

1909 г.

It consists of simple words and is a very short poem, but I can feel the feeling of recalling the memories of a year ago when I leaned on the white wall. It seems to recall memories of the light and the scent of lilies on the wall.

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Although it is not a lily, I thought white roses would look good on me, and I thought the background and atmosphere would also look good on this picture.

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Тот же голос, тот же взгляд...  Анна Ахматова

Тот же голос, тот же взгляд...  /  Анна Ахматова

Тот же голос, тот же взгляд,

Те же волосы льняные.

Всё как год тому назад.

Сквозь стекло лучи дневные

Известь белых стен пестрят…

Свежих лилий аромат

И слова твои простые.

1909

▶▶   https://youtube.com/shorts/WU62nHe3iZA 

You probably know the movie The Lord of the Rings very well. As you know, J. R. R. Tolkien is the author who created the Lord of the Rings series. This poem is from the first volume of the series, The Fellowship of the Ring.

All that is gold does not glitter  By J. R. R. Tolkien

All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.

After reading this poem, I placed the ring on top of the picture and scanned it. I first selected and printed out a photo that felt strong enough to match the atmosphere of the poem, and then scanned the ring several times.

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Here are the videos and photos of this poem transcribed.

https://youtube.com/shorts/UkAt6Z4tQZQ

As I was writing this, I thought I'd watch the Lord of the Rings series again. I watched it so long ago that I can't even remember the story. So I'm going to look it up again.  😎

This poem personifies the pain of growing up to bloom. Blooming won't make everything beautiful, but you don't know without blooming. 

I think this poem tells us that we must strive to overcome our fears for the future and also to overcome our challenges for the future.

Risk    By Anaïs Nin

​And then the day came,

when the risk

to remain tight

in a bud

was more painful

than the risk

it took

to blossom.

▶  https://youtube.com/shorts/M7BvQuOZ1hY

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This poet is an essayist and author who was born in France, experienced many countries, and spent half of her life in the United States. She has a unique history of keeping a diary for a long time and publishing it as a book.

Risk    By Anaïs Nin

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The original photo of this flower was taken on my birthday last month. It was so beautiful not to have bloomed yet.

I wish you a good night  😴

#Tombow #Transcribing #AnaïsNin #Poem #필사 #Playcolor2 

This poem depicts the voice of a child who has grown older and grown up. When a child becomes an adult, he or she becomes more worried and afraid. The poet is expressing himself walking into the forest, a battlefield, knowing that he has become an adult.

Being but men  By Dylan Thomas

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The following is a picture that I transcribed.

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This poem is a very bright one. It feels like I'm watching an outing where the sound of children's laughter is constant.
It's such an ideal and warm atmosphere that it seems far from reality.

William Blake was a painter, poet, and writer born in London, England. He loved the works of Renaissance painters in his prime, and is said to have been influenced by his works. He also included illustrations of his paintings in his collection of poems. I really want to see the original version of the collection.

Laughing song   By William Blake

​When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,

And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;

When the air does laugh with our merry wit,

And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;

when the meadows laugh with lively green,

And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene,

When Mary and Susan and Emily

With their sweet round mouths sing "Ha, ha he!"

When the painted birds laugh in the shade,

Where our table with cherries and nuts is spread:

Come live, and be merry, and join with me,

To sing the sweet chorus of "Ha, ha, he!"

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So I imagined leaving home in a nice car in the picture. 🤣😂 🚙

Laughing song   By William Blake

I think I was in a good condition when I transcribed this poem because the writing was better than usual. I think it's because of the brightness of the poem.

On the contrary, it is said that the interpretation of this poem is rather depressing. But I took it more brightly in the direct sense of poetry.

The fountain pen I used to transcribe this poem is Twsbi's Diamond 580.

I'm attaching a link to the video I'm transcribing.

▶  https://youtu.be/HZ4meAfzeX8

Thank you for reading my writing until the end today.  🤗

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🔽 Experiment21 🔽

https://idea0404.blogspot.com/2024/03/experiment21-scan-gem-or-water-bottle.html

 In this poem, the poet tells a different story about memory and forgetting. I think the more she tries to erase it, the more she is telling me about a time that has not disappeared from her memory.

Emily Dickinson is probably showing this poem her feelings for fear that memories of her loved ones will be forgotten.

It's a very short poem, but the intense and desperate longing is coming out very well, so I was impressed.

If recollecting were forgetting  

By Emily Dickinson

If recollecting were forgetting,

Then I remember not.

And if forgetting, recollecting,

How near I had forgot.

And if to miss, were merry,

And to mourn, were gay,

How very blithe the fingers

That gathered this, Today!

The picture I chose after reading this poem was printed on a broken printer with the picture below, so I chose it because I thought it was a picture that expressed the boundaries of memory and oblivion well.

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And I tried to transcribe this poem to Diamond 580 model, a TWSBI fountain pen. This fountain pen has the advantage of being very tactile and easy to manage due to a lot of ink.

If recollecting were forgetting By Emily Dickinson

I made a video about the process of transcribing this poem. I posted it on my YouTube account, so I hope a lot of people watch it.

▶▶▶ https://youtube.com/shorts/bAQfHN9B5zE

You can see another Emily Dickinson poem by visiting the link below.

https://idea0404.blogspot.com/2024/05/transcribing-may-flower-by-emily.html

https://idea0404.blogspot.com/2024/03/heart-we-will-forget-him-by-emily.html

https://idea0404.blogspot.com/2024/04/gratitudeis-not-mention-by-emily.html

Thank you for reading my post so far. I hope you have a good night  🥱😴😪

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Осипа Мандельштама was a writer and poet of the Russian Empire, who came from a Polish Jewish family. He studied literature and philosophy, and is said to have written symbolic poems throughout the revolution. As a result, he suffered a lot of cognitive and political persecution. Eventually, he suffered a second political persecution, and died in prison in 1938 at the age of 48.

As I read this poem, I can feel the love of my country and the desire to return to my hometown. I also try to heal myself from the unbearable pain of the present by recalling my past memories.

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After reading this poem, I was choosing this photo while choosing a photo. I don't know exactly why, but I suspect it was a throwback to the past.

First of all, you can look at the poem in the original text and then look at the poem translated into Korean. I tried to transcribe each poem, even though it was not enough for me.

Только детские книги читать...

Осипа Мандельштама

Только детские книги читать,

Только детские думы лелеять,

Все большое далеко развеять,

Из глубокой печали восстать.

Я от жизни смертельно устал,

Ничего от нее не приемлю,

Но люблю мою бедную землю

Оттого, что иной не видал.

Я качался в далеком саду

На простой деревянной качели,

И высокие темные ели

Вспоминаю в туманном бреду.

Только детские книги читать... Осипа Мандельштама

▶ https://www.youtube.com/shorts/bX360KTbhLU

아이들 책만 읽을 것 / 오시프 만델시탐

아이들 책만 읽을 것

아이들 생각만 품을 것

모든 큰 것들은 멀리 날려 보낼 것

깊은 슬픔에서 다시 일어날 것

나 삶이 죽도록 피곤해

삶에서 아무것도 받아들이지 않으리

하나 내 궁핍한 땅을 사랑해

다른 땅은 겪은 적이 없었으니

나 먼 정원에서

소박한 나무 그네를 탔었지

흐려진 의식 속에 그때의

키큰 울창한 전나무들이 떠오른다

아이들 책만 읽을 것 / 오시프 만델시탐

▶ https://www.youtube.com/shorts/lOx2N_53FYo

The more I know and study Russian poems, the more touching it is and the feeling of the poems is so good. In the future, I will continue to practice Russian writing and introduce good articles.  🤗🙏

#Transcribing #Мандельштама #russianpoem #poem #waterman #Hemisphere 

#irosizuku  #fountainpen

Philip Larkin was an English poet and novelist. After graduating from college, he made an effort to become a librarian, and spent almost his entire life working as a librarian at a university, where he is still one of the most well-known writers in Britain, speaking poetry in understated languages.

This poem is a poem made up of the artist's thoughts on trees that are deeply rooted in nature and is seen as a calm expression of new hopes for nature and human life.

The Trees    By Philip Larkin

​The trees are coming into leaf

Like something almost being said;

The recent buds relax and spread,

Their greenness is a kind of grief.

Is it that they are born again

And we grow old? No, they die too.

Their yearly trick of looking new

Is written down in rings of grain.

Yet still the unresting castles thresh

In fullgrown thickness every May.

Last year is dead, they seem to say,

Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

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As I read this poem, I imagined looking into the rings of grain, so I imagined a scan of a ruler measuring length together.

Transcription of  The Trees  By Philip Larkin

This manuscript also used Waterman's Hemisphere fountain pen. This time, I changed the ink and used PILOT's irosizuku chiku-rin Ink. It's a beautiful ink.

The following is the original version of this photo.

Even though it's not a picture of a tree, I post this picture with the hope that the powerful energy of life can be felt well.

Thank you for reading my writing until the end today. 🙏

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