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© 1958 Lithuanian
Students Association, Inc. December, 1958 Vol. 4, No. 4 Managing Editor P. V. Vygantas |
BERNARDAS BRAZDŽIONIS
Aug. Taginis
Portrait by A. Varnas |
Two generations of Lithuanian poets
came to maturity between the two world wars.
The outstanding representatives of the first group are Vincas
Mykolaitis Putinas (born 1893), Balys Sruoga (1896-1947), Kazys
Binkis (1893-1942) and Faustas Kirša (born 1891). These poets are in
general characterized by their use of symbolism and to an extent by
their modernism. They did not confine themselves to poetry but also
wrote fiction (Mykolaitis Putinas), plays (Binkis and Sruoga),
literary criticism and literary history.
The second group concentrated mainly on poetry, and lyric poetry in
particular. If any of them did wander into another field, it was
primarily literary criticism and history. The most prominent lyricists
of this generation are Jonas Aistis (born 1904), Salomėja Neris
(1904-1945), Antanas Miškinis (born 1905) and Bernardas Brazdžionis
(born 1907. Some of these poets are characterized by their subtlety and
mastery of expression others by a classical clarity; some discovered
new uses for folklore elements while others are noted for their
synthesis of the traditional and the modern. In the last-mentioned
tendency, Bernardas Brazdžionis especially distinguishes himself.
Brazdžionis is probably the most prolific member of this group; so far
he has published about a dozen collections of poetry, the first of
which appeared in 1926. In his second collection, Amžinas Žydas (The
Eternal Jew), published in 1931, the poet's new and unique
tendency is
already defined. His creative development continued in the collections
Krintančios žvaigždės
(Falling Stars);
Ženklai ir Stebuklai
(Signs and
Wonders); Kunigaikščių
Miestas (City
of Princes), which won the state literary prize in 1940: Viešpaties žingsniai
(Footsteps of the Lord)
and Per Pasaulį Keliauja
žmogus (Man
Traverses the World).
In these and other collections, Brazdžionis showed himself a modern
poet from the standpoint of form and content. At the same time,
however, he was in close contact with the national traditions; at times
his poetry is almost an echo of the ancient Lithuanian hymns. This is
the source of another of his traits a religious tone that sounds with
the wrath and force of the Old Testament prophets. It is not surprising
then, that his poems are filled with Old Testament names and place
names, which gives his verses a strange, prophetic note. His poems are
also prophetic in their vision. Before the Second World War he wrote,
in Ženklų Psalmė (The Psalm of Signs)
, words that prophesy, as it were
the coming reality:
Ezekiel's
forgotten psalms
Turn and return like shattered quiet to my mind,
And they shall lead the orphan soul of parents old
Beyond the Bible, beyond Kaunas, and beyond Nairn.
Governments will collapse, pale, shadowlike, cabinets
Fall, and multi-million banks corrode;
The lights will die in Boston, Liverpool, will die in Moscow, Kaunas
and Nazareth
In darkness nations will blindly grope.
Another facet of Bernardas Brazdžionis' poetry is the patriotic one; here it is as if he renews and extends the tradition of the noted poet Maironis (1862-1932). We find many patriotic poems in Kunigaikščių Miestas, in which the poet makes use of images from Lithuanian history. He deals in especially intimate fashion with the sufferings of his homeland, the tragedy of his nation and the difficult exile in which many Lithuanians found themselves. Since the poet is so sensitive to the history of his times, it is hardly surprising that he does not avoid political poetry. "Ekskursija į UNO" ("Excursion to the United Nations"), in the collection Didžioji Kryžkelė (The Great Crossroads), will serve as an example of this type.
"The
Red Sea, I know it, Mr. Chairman, I have been rescued from its flood.
It circles Asia, Europe, Africa, it overlays
The sun of Finland like a lampshade made of blood,
And in the pipelines of Iran it rears its hellish flames.
Brazdžionis is capable of striking a tone quite different from these hard and threatening ones a sensitive, soft, harmonious tone: playful, if you wish. And when necessary he is capable of expressing himself in strict classical forms. Here is a brief excerpt that illustrates this other side of Brazdžionis:
Our
life a soft-fleeced honeybee
Late at night at the hive will alight;
The song will be done, the frost will gently breathe,
Like thoughts of God we will assemble by the gate.
But
this does not exhaust Brazdžionis' work. He is possibly the favorite
writer of children's literature in Lithuanian literature. His poems
such as "Meškiukas Rudnosiukas" ("The Brown-Nosed Baby-Bear") have
become classics of the genre. It might be noted that the poetry
intended for children is signed with the pen name Vyte Nemunėlis.
It
is further necessary to mention his work as a literary critic, in which
field he has done considerable research. He has given us some valuable
articles on Lithuanian writers. He has recently edited a two-volume
anthology of Lithuanian prose; the first volume has appeared, and the
second is at the printers.
Brazdžionis has also taught in a
number of schools and edited several magazines. At present he Is
editor-in-chief of the monthly "Lietuvių Dienos" ("Lithuanian Days"),
which is published in Los Angeles, California.
* * *
THE
PILLAR OF FIRE
One life, like a sailboat on the seas,
Far away rides out the calms;
Another, like a beggar on his knees,
Never stops begging for alms.
One life like a tall pillar of fire
For the nations and countries glows;
Another, a hurricane into the mire
Like a broken tulip throws.
Singing over the good earth I walk.
I see old beggars in crowds,
Beyond them God's harvest ripening on the stalk,
And the seas, and the boats, and the clouds.
I see the shining pillar of fire;
Its light floods over my face
Closing my eyes to the flame I aspire,
Walking the earth, the heavenly trails I trace.
Translated by Sofija Tomaras
* * *
PROCESSION TO CHRIST
Above dales where the camomile flowers
And where caraway scents are abounding,
Above towns in which ills overpower,
Above bights where the pleasure-craft founder,
Above earth and its smile's
petrefaction,
Above steel and artilery thunder,
Trough the dance of remote constellations,
There is thrust out a bleeding reminder.
And the rivers stream down as in
labor,
Bearing sin's heavy care in their waters.
From the pale upward palms of the Saviour
Mark the blood down emaciate fingers.
Listen, you in those white marble
churches,
And you inmates of underground oil-wells,
With your strikes and hobnobbing with murder
And all you that are dancing or
hopeless
The tall bells cry to faith and
unheeding
And hosannas help form a procession.
Ah, how, little by little, the bleeding
Drops are caught in the heart in recession!
Risen Christ of the flowering
springtime,
Drip eternally into the chalice!
See, towards you we tend in our singing
And these drum-beats and high trumpets' flourish.