Ivan Toergenjev, Jens Christian Grøndahl, Erika Mann, Jan Decker, Roger McGough, Anne Sexton, Mohammed Iqbal, Karin Kiwus, Michael Derrick Hudson

De Russische schrijver Ivan Sergejevitsj Toergenjev werd geboren op 9 november 1818 in Orjol, in de Oekraïne. Zie ook mijn blog van 9 november 2010 en eveneens alle tags voor Ivan Toergenjev op dit blog.

Uit: A House of Gentlefolk (Vertaald door Constance Garnett)

“A bright spring day was fading into evening. High overhead in the clear heavens small rosy clouds seemed hardly to move across the sky but to be sinking into its depths of blue.
In a handsome house in one of the outlying streets of the government town of O—— (it was in the year 1842) two women were sitting at an open window; one was about fifty, the other an old lady of seventy.
The name of the former was Marya Dmitrievna Kalitin. Her husband, a shrewd determined man of obstinate bilious temperament, had been dead for ten years. He had been a provincial public prosecutor, noted in his own day as a successful man of business. He had received a fair education and had been to the university; but having been born in narrow circumstances he realised early in life the necessity of pushing his own way in the world and making money. It had been a love-match on Marya Dmitrievna’s side. He was not bad-looking, was clever and could be very agreeable when he chose. Marya Dmitrievna Pestov—that was her maiden name—had lost her parents in childhood. She spent some years in a boarding-school in Moscow, and after leaving school, lived on the family estate of Pokrovskoe, about forty miles from O——, with her aunt and her elder brother. This brother soon after obtained a post in Petersburg, and made them a scanty allowance. He treated his aunt and sister very shabbily till his sudden death cut short his career. Marya Dmitrievna inherited Pokrovskoe, but she did not live there long. Two years after her marriage with Kalitin, who succeeded in winning her heart in a few days, Pokrovskoe was exchanged for another estate, which yielded a much larger income, but was utterly unattractive and had no house. At the same time Kalitin took a house in the town of O——, in which he and his wife took up their permanent abode. There was a large garden round the house, which on one side looked out upon the open country away from the town.
‘And so,’ decided Kalitin, who had a great distaste for the quiet of country life, ‘there would be no need for them to he dragging themselves off into the country.’ In her heart Marya Dmitrievna more than once regretted her pretty Pokrovskoe, with its babbling brook, its wide meadows, and green copses; but she never opposed her husband in anything and had the greatest veneration for his wisdom and knowledge of the world. When after fifteen years of married life he died leaving her with a son and two daughters, Marya Dmitrievna had grown so accustomed to her house and to town life that she had no inclination to leave O——”

 
Ivan Toergenjev (9 november 1818 – 3 september 1883)
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Lloyd Haft

De Nederlandstalige dichter, vertaler en sinoloog Lloyd Lewis Haft werd geboren in Sheboygan, Wisconsin, op 9 november 1946. Als jongen woonde hij in Wisconsin, Louisiana en Kansas. In 1968 studeerde hij af aan het Harvard College en ging hij naar Leiden voor onderzoek in het Chinees (M. A. 1973, Ph. D. 1981). Van 1973 tot 2004 doceerde hij Chinese taal en literatuur, voornamelijk poëzie, in Leiden. Zijn sinologische publicaties omvatten “Pien Chih-lin: A Study in Modern Chinese Poetry” en “Zhou Mengdie’s Poetry of Consciousness” (2006). Zijn meest recente boek, een liberale moderne Nederlandse lezing van Laozi’s “Tao Te King” werd in 2017 gepubliceerd als “Lau-tze’s vele wegen”.Hij vertaalde onder andere werk van Wallace Stevens, Hart Crane, William Carlos Williams naar het Nederlands en Herman Gorter en Willem Hussem naar het Engels, en verder werk van verschillende Chinese dichters waaronder Lo Fu, Yang Lingye, Bian Zhilin en Zhou Mengdie. Sinds de jaren tachtig is hij ook actief als dichter in het Nederlands en het Engels. Hij ontving de Jan Campert-prijs voor zijn tweetalige bundel “Atlantis” in 1993 en de Ida Gerhardt-prijs voor zijn uit 2003 stammende vertaling van de Psalmen

 

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Ik vraag niet langer
om muren, zal mij ook zonder
weten door wind
afdoende omwand.

Waar marmer niet is
sta ik, waar water niet staat
loop ik, en voel
aan de duur van mijn verlangen

hoe ik hoor, hier
aan deze rivier
waar ik midden in mist,
in schotsen wandel.

Het is niet vreemd
dat in deze kou mijn adem
komt: want ik kom
om de wind te warmen.

 

Naar psalm 126

Ik twijfel er niet aan
dat er mensen zijn die u nog vinden,
in dromen, in de bergen wellicht.
Ook ik was blij
die dag dat er zon was
toen ik over de akkers liep
en opeens in mijn tranen
zaad zag, zaden,
dacht uw zaai te zien.

 
Lloyd Haft (Sheboygan, 9 november 1946)