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.

Experiment23  Color

Experiment23  B&W

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  🥱😴😪

#TWSBI #diamond580 #Transcribing #EmilyDickinson #Poem #필사 #만년필 #트위스비

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.

Experiment04 -Только детские книги читать

Только детские книги читать... / Color

Только детские книги читать... / B&W

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.

Experiment22 Color

Experiment22 B&W

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. 🙏

#Transcription  #Waterman  #irosizuku  #PhilipLarkin  #Hemisphere  #fountainpen

https://youtube.com/shorts/tto8zAmaalg

https://youtube.com/shorts/qvDwx2UIc1Y

First of all, I'll show you a transcription video this time.

This poem is composed of short sentences, and instead, the whole length is long. Blackwater Pond is a freshwater pond that is formed of real sand. It was said that she could often see it where she lived. The forest around the pond was called Blackwater Woods.

Reading this poem, we can see that it shows the poet's deep thoughts on human life and death. These thoughts are thought to have a little oriental perspective.

Experiment24 Color

Experiment24 B&W

Lotus and water lilies bloom all over the world, but they have a more special meaning, especially in Northeast Asia. They are often cited in Buddhism and often appear in myths and fairy tales.

The reason why I put tape on the photo in Experiment24 is to express my willingness to keep the natural passage of Mother Nature's time in this photo.

Now, let me show you the full text of this poem and the original copy that I transcribed.

In blackwater woods  By Mary Oliver

​Look, the trees

are turning

their own bodies

into pillars

of light,

are giving off the rich

fragrance of cinnamon

and fulfillment,

the long tapers

of cattails

are bursting and floating away over

the blue shoulders

of the ponds,

and every pond,

no matter what its

name is, is

nameless now.

Every year

everything

I have ever learned

in my lifetime

leads back to this: the fires

and the black river of loss

whose other side

is salvation,

whose meaning

none of us will ever know.

To live in this world

you must be able

to do three things:

to love what is mortal;

to hold it

against your bones knowing

your own life depends on it;

and, when the time comes to let it go,

to let it go.

In blackwater woods 01

In blackwater woods 02

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This photo was taken at Guri Hangang Civic Park on May 6, 2024. At that time, water lilies were just starting to bloom and looked so beautiful.

I pray that those of you who read my writing to the end will be filled with good luck today.  🙏🙏

Wendy Cope is a female poet, born in Kent, England. She worked as an elementary school teacher for 14 years and has been a freelance writer since then. She has published books by writing in various fields, but her poetry collection was the most popular.

If you read this poem, it is humorous, but it contains deep meaning. It expresses that he hoped the man he loves would give him flowers, but he couldn't for various reasons, and he hopes to understand him and leave him as a good memory.
So I chose this picture because I wanted to express how I was giving flowers to my loved one.

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Experiment18 B&W

Please read the full text of this poem and attach my manuscript.

Flowers  /  Wendy Cope

​Some men never think of it.

You did. You’d come along

And say you’d nearly brought me flowers

But something had gone wrong.

The shop was closed. Or you had doubts –

The sort that minds like ours

Dream up incessantly. You thought

I might not want your flowers.

It made me smile and hug you then.

Now I can only smile.

But, look, the flowers you nearly brought

Have lasted all this while.​​

▶  https://youtube.com/shorts/3uSwbG8YC4w

The pen I used to transcribe this poem today is Waterman's Hemisphere. The ink also used Waterman's Black Ink.
I enjoyed the process of transcribing because the language of the poem was simple and fun.

I don't edit the Experiment 18 method often, but I like the scanning this time. If you want to see more about the Experiment 18 editing method, you can refer to my blog post.

▶  https://idea0404.blogspot.com/2024/03/experiment18-flower-in-hand.html

Thank you so much for reading my article again today. 🙏🙏

Михаи́л Ю́рьевич Ле́рмонтов is a poet and novelist from an aristocratic family born in Moscow, Russia. He wrote poems, novels, and plays in 1829, when he was already 15 years old, and excelled in other academic fields.

When Alexander Pushkin died, his poem Death of the Poet became so famous that it became known, but he was demoted for a while because he was hated by the emperor.

Strangely, his fate resembled Pushkin's. He was asked to fight a duel at a young age and died.

This poem is beautiful and famous, but the atmosphere is a little gloomy and gloomy. It reminds me of people I miss on my way alone and sometimes leans my mind against nature.

This famous poem has been remade into a song by Анна Герман(Anna German) and became even more famous. I listened to this song, and I heard a clear voice and a song that contained deep longing and sadness very calmly.

Выхожу один я на дорогу  /  Михаил Лермонтов

Выхожу один я на дорогу;

Сквозь туман кремнистый путь блестит;

Ночь тиха. Пустыня внемлет богу,

И звезда с звездою говорит.

В небесах торжественно и чудно!

Спит земля в сиянье голубом...

Что же мне так больно и так трудно?

Жду ль чего? жалею ли о чем?

Уж не жду от жизни ничего я,

И не жаль мне прошлого ничуть;

Я ищу свободы и покоя!

Я б хотел забыться и заснуть!

Но не тем холодным сном могилы...

Я б желал навеки так заснуть,

Чтоб в груди дремали жизни силы,

Чтоб, дыша, вздымалась тихо грудь;

Чтоб всю ночь, весь день мой слух лелея,

Про любовь мне сладкий голос пел,

Надо мной чтоб, вечно зеленея,

Темный дуб склонялся и шумел.

Выхожу один я на дорогу

Maybe because the song is so calm, I chose a picture that reveals loneliness by myself. The original picture of this picture is below.

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Original B&W

When I transcribed Russian poetry this time, I wrote it with a pencil. That pencil was made by myself by sharpening it with a knife. 

Actually, I got confused in the middle of writing, so I erased it with a pencil and rewritten it. 🥴🤔  You can see that in the video.

▶▶▶ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XzDKnazkStU

For a closer look at Experiment12, the way this photo was edited, please refer to the next page.

▶▶▶ Experiment12 - Single line point | Flower Photo Lab (idea0404.blogspot.com)

I wish you all the best for reading this today. 🙏

The poet was a British-born translator and poet, and is said to be well-known as a book buff. Francis William Bourdillon(1852-1921) is well-known for his short poems to be introduced this time, and he wrote novels and various essays.

When I read this poem, I interpreted it as a confession that there are many beautiful and handsome people in the world, but my love is only you.

At the same time, he says that the world ends when one love ends.

It's a very straightforward confession, even though it uses metaphorical metaphors, so this poem must have become a very famous poem.

The night has a thousand eyes   ​By Francis William Bourdillon

The night has a thousand eyes,

And the day but one;

Yet the light of the bright world dies

With the dying sun.

The mind has a thousand eyes,

And the heart but one:

Yet the light of a whole life dies

When love is done. 

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Experiment24 Color

This picture was taken darkly in the background to give it a night sky-like feeling.

If you look closely at these pictures, you can see white dots that glow like stars in the night sky. In fact, when looking at the stars in the dark night sky, they often look like white dots rather than very shiny.  ✨✨

So I chose this picture because those white dots look like stars to me.

But in fact, those white spots were little dust on the scanner when I scanned the picture. 🤣😂😅🤣

Even if it's a coincidence, I'm glad it works well.

Next, I will post a video of this poem and a picture of the result.

https://youtube.com/shorts/NVwMWsLTzic

Transcribing The night has a thousand eyes

I've worked on a new experiment 24. I'll post more detailed ways to work on it on my blog later. In fact, it's obvious to me, but I'll post it by increasing the number of characters somehow. 🧐🧐

Those who read my writing until the end will be blessed.  🙏🙏