Mehis Heinsaar, Alfred Lord Tennyson

De Estse schrijver Mehis Heinsaar werd geboren op 1 augustus 1973 in Tallinn. Zie ook alle tags voor Mehis Heinsaar op dit blog.

Uit: The Traveller’s Happiness (Vertaald door Kazue Daikoku)

“In the kitchen the busy wife understood immediately by watching that today he was somehow in a good mood and because of this adjusted her wide bottom quite happily in front of happy Venjamin. And when the hitting started, she whimpered indeed with enormous hate and pain and from her whole throat, though in this whimpering there was also a moderate amount of lust and amusement.
„Yes, I don’t have any property, it rains through the roof and the children were taken to a children’s home because we don’t have the money to raise them,” thought the traveller’s happiness at the same time, „and my whole life has gone to hell for the most part, but I have a wife I love and who is fun to beat. I get a pension from the state and I sleep as much as I want, no one comes to stop me from doing anything or boss me around – well!….life is good after all…”
And out of a great joy Venjamin the metal worker farted right where he was, which is how the traveller’s happiness again catapulted out of him and the mood of the metal worker became so strange once more that he didn’t feel like beating his wife anymore.
But the traveller’s happiness had nothing more to do with it, once again it joined the southern wind and flew as a tender twinkling further towards Viljandi.
The clouds came together, it began to rain and the traveller’s happiness rained down as hundreds of thousands of drops on the flesh of a young girl, into her blond hair, light eyebrows and clothes, soaking into the poors of the skin and between the lips, fusing with both her breathing and mind until it felt that it had become Mari-Ann, a young girl.
Stepping through the rain towards home, happiness now suddenly felt a special joy from her slim body, swinging hips and strong breasts, felt joy over her long and fair hair, her own affection and curiosity towards the world and that she without reason suddenly smiled at each passer-by. She felt joy over her glimmering eyes, innocence, the simple and clear thoughts in her head and the glances of men looking back at her lustfully on the street.
Seeing and feeling all of this, happiness joyfully began to hum a tune, then slid out from between the red lips of the girl again, rose with the warm air streams up into the sky and carried further, going farther and farther north.
Between Tõravere and Koltsi the traveller’s happiness suddenly became a white cloud, hovered over a neglected meadow, stopped for a moment in the glance of a woman as old as the hills and then dispersed once again into an invisible and flickering substance.”

 

Mehis Heinsaar (Tallinn, 1 augustus 1973)

 

De Engelse dichter Alfred, Lord Tennyson werd geboren op 6 augustus 1809 in Somersby, Lincolnshire, England. Zie ook alle tags voor Alfred Tennyson op dit blog.

 

Kom niet…

Kom niet, als ik ben doodgegaan,
Dwaas schreiend aan mijn grafstee staan.

Treed niet de grond rondom mijn hoofd,
Jij die mij eens was toebeloofd.

Verstoor de rust niet van het koud
Arm stof dat jij niet redden woudt.

Dat men de wind en de pluvier slechts hoor’.
Maar jij, – loop door!

Of ’t wandaad was, kind, of je waan,
Deert mij niet langer: ’t moest zo gaan.

Kus wie je wilt in zaligheid
Maar ik ben zat en ziek van Tijd.

Ik vraag slechts rust, laat mij alleen.
Toef niet, zwak hart, ga heen.

 

Vertaald door Victor E. Van Vriesland

 

Alfred Tennyson (6 augustus 1809 – 6 oktober 1892)
Standbeeld in Lincoln, Engeland

 

Zie voor nog meer schrijvers van de 1e augustus ook mijn blog van 1 augustus 2020 en eveneens mijn blog van 1 augustus 2019 en ook mijn blog van 1 augustus 2017 en ook mijn blog van 1 augustus 2011 deel 3.