Poetry Thursday: Dithyramb of a Happy Woman
I just loved the exuberant joy expressed in this poem--it fairly dances on the page! And who doesn't want to be as "impossible as reality?" This reminded me of a Whitman-esque barbaric yawp, in a world where we shush our shouts way too often. So be loud, be thrilled to the fingertips, be the kind of fools commonly referred to as "holy."
I had to look up "dithyramb" and discovered one of its meaning is "A wildly enthusiastic speech or piece of writing."
And isn't that what we're all doing here? I believe I've discovered our "patron poem!"
Ahem, I'll put my pom poms down now.
Happy Poetry Thursday!
I had to look up "dithyramb" and discovered one of its meaning is "A wildly enthusiastic speech or piece of writing."
And isn't that what we're all doing here? I believe I've discovered our "patron poem!"
Ahem, I'll put my pom poms down now.
Happy Poetry Thursday!
Dithyramb of a Happy Woman
Anna Swir
(translated by Czeslaw Milosz)
Song of excess,
strength, mighty tenderness,
pliant ecstasy.
Magnificence
lovingly dancing.
I quiver as a body in rapture,
I quiver as a wing,
I am an explosion,
I overstep myself,
I am a fountain,
I have its resilience.
Excess,
a thousand excesses,
strength,
song of gushing strength.
There are gifts in me,
flowerings of abundance,
curls of light are sobbing,
a flame is foaming, its lofty ripeness
is ripening.
Oceans of glare,
rosy as the palate
of a big mouth in ecstacy.
I am astonished
up to my nostrils, I snort,
a snorting universe of astonishment
inundates me.
I am gulping excess, I am choking with fullness,
I am impossible as reality.
Anna Swir
(translated by Czeslaw Milosz)
Song of excess,
strength, mighty tenderness,
pliant ecstasy.
Magnificence
lovingly dancing.
I quiver as a body in rapture,
I quiver as a wing,
I am an explosion,
I overstep myself,
I am a fountain,
I have its resilience.
Excess,
a thousand excesses,
strength,
song of gushing strength.
There are gifts in me,
flowerings of abundance,
curls of light are sobbing,
a flame is foaming, its lofty ripeness
is ripening.
Oceans of glare,
rosy as the palate
of a big mouth in ecstacy.
I am astonished
up to my nostrils, I snort,
a snorting universe of astonishment
inundates me.
I am gulping excess, I am choking with fullness,
I am impossible as reality.
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9 Comments:
i love this! "I am gulping excess, I am choking with fullness, I am impossible as reality" yes yes yes, this is where i want to be - filled up with magnificence. fabulous!
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oh my...this is fantastic! thank you for sharing this...wondrous. i know i will come back to read it over and over.
Amazing! Once again...amazing. Thanks for this.
I thought this was refreshing and fun. I want to be this woman :)
Great post!
Thank you
What energy!! I didn't know what a Dithyramb was before now, but I am going to try to write one.
This is a poem full of joie de vivre! Thanks so much for sharing it.
This is brilliant! So full of life! I'm so printing it off and putting it in my journal for frequent referals!!
Have a great weekend!
Yes, yes, yes. This is indeed "our" poem. Thank you! It's PERFECT.
I loved this! LOVED IT! What a find. I'm sorry, I need to go back and read it a few more times!!
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