Ångest lagerkvist
Pär Lagerkvist – ”Ångest, ångest är min arvedel”
Pär Lagerkvist is one of my favourite Swedish authors. His poetry is brilliant, and so ångest lagerkvist his prose. Lagerkvist often expresses the kind of direct, raw emotion that is hard to capture in anything but poetry. From Wikipedia :. Lagerkvist wrote poems, plays, novels, stories, and essays of considerable expressive power and influence [citation needed] from his early 20s to his late 70s.
One of his central themes was the fundamental question of good and evil, which he examined through such figures as Barabbas, the man who was freed instead of Jesus, and Ahasuerus, the Wandering Jew. As a moralist, he used religious motifs and figures from the Christian tradition without following the doctrines of the church. Jag ville veta men fick bara fråga, jag ville ljus men fick bara brinna.
Jag begärde det oerhörda och fick bara leva. I wanted to know but was only allowed to ask, I wanted light but was only allowed to burn. I demanded the ineffable but was only allowed to live. Ångest, ångest är min arvedel, min strupes sår, mitt hjärtas skri i världen. Nu styvnar löddrig sky i nattens grova hand, nu stiga skogarna och stela höjder så kargt mot himmelens förkrympta valv.
Hur hårt är allt, "ångest lagerkvist" stelnat, svart och stilla! Jag famlar kring i detta dunkla rum, jag känner klippans vassa kant mot mina fingrar, jag river mina uppåtsträckta händer till blods mot molnens frusna trasor.
Ack, mina naglar sliter jag från fingrarna, mina händer river jag såriga, ömma mot berg och mörknad skog, mot himlens svarta järn och mot den kalla jorden! Anguish, anguish is my heritage, the wound of my throat, the cry of my heart in the world.
English translation
Now the lathered sky congeals in the coarse hand of night; now the forests and the rigid heights rise barrenly against the dwarfed vault of the sky. How hard everything is, how stiffened, black and silent! I grope about this darkened room, I feel the sharp edge ångest lagerkvist the cliff against my finger. I tear my sore and aching hands on the hills and darkened woods, on the black iron of sky and on the cold earth!
I read everything of Lagerkvist years ago, prose and poems. I remember his poem Anguish and could recite it by heart "ångest lagerkvist" many Years. I I found his prose similar to Hemingways, bot a word to much, seemingly simple but precise. I must read his poetry and novels again. Thank you Maria for reminding me. Like Liked by 2 people. Like Like. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam.
Two poems by Pär Lagerkvist
Learn how your comment data is processed. Skip to content April 3, September 28, Maria Haskins. Jag ville veta Jag ville veta men fick bara fråga, jag ville ljus men ångest lagerkvist bara brinna. Jag beklagade mig. Men ingen förstod vad jag menade. I Wanted To Know I wanted to know but was only allowed to ask, I wanted light but was only allowed to burn.
I complained, but nobody understood what I meant. Ångest Ångest, ångest är min arvedel, min strupes sår, mitt hjärtas skri i världen. Anguish Anguish, anguish is my heritage, the wound of my throat, the cry of my heart in the world. Like Loading Next post Poetry by Warsan Shire. Leave a comment Cancel reply. Comment Reblog Subscribe Subscribed. Maria Haskins.
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