On the occasion of the anniversary of the outbreak of the large independency movement, the January Uprising of 1863, we print poesy related to the uprising in respective parts.
The subsequent anniversary of the outbreak was celebrated solemnly, though unofficially, during the period of partitions and especially uplifted - after regaining independence, in the Second Republic of Poland. They have always been large patriotic manifestations of the Polish Nation.
Insurrection motifs have inspired artists - poets, writers and painters for many decades.
On the twenty-five-year anniversary of the 1863 Uprising
Adam Asnyk
co-hosts
Rust waves did not fade
Your blood slides, about the misfortune of the year!
Until now, they have died in their graves.
You live above us - and from the past of darkness
Throughout the six years, you are progressing, with a light vision,
I'll follow you like the full thing.
Many times you have been translated,
And with you, the matrimony of traitors;
With each fresh from the hand, the wound comes back.
Your name has always been cursed
And colder hearts of life
The cry of uncertainty and fear of vengeance.
Your experience has been based on technological studies.
And non-slavery virtues,
The extinguishing of the sacred heat will last until
The male breathed the breast of the helmet,
I think I'm the best for wounds.
It is simply a rape of the Polish feeling.
For your heating Polish with pulp
Out of robes, as a clear sinner
And it was said that the rights of their bromines,
And from the wound, and she was spat in advanced school,
And from the worship of her, they wanted to turn to the last,
As if it were not their own mother!
This is all due to:
Sinners and sinful repentance,
Rebellion of those who, in view of the already tiny bodies,
They dared to advise large-scale smocking -
And the bonds that we've been drinking more,
And tears burning... and shame... and might...
And 1 memory of you,
Like those who utilized to be with mediocre brothers,
Unhappiness to the eyes are not afraid
And wet with a dark abyss
This non-lethal hope from far distant
The work of the cycle is tied and fixed.
We're going to have your year,
due to the fact that we do not laughter present at the erstwhile victories;
Slave, the shame of its bearing stigma,
In the year the father's glory stands silent
It is besides sacred,
In which he himself wanted to hurt the loop.
We live in your affluent planet
The closest of our tenth memoirs
And the knight's rap-soon will close,
The rapsodium, like the blood of a thread
He has overtook the day's threatening punishment,
The cheeses of the churches are inactive strong.
due to the fact that you didn't come as a curse.
Neither did you fall asleep like a thunderstorm,
But how a large nation needs
In a bloody accident, you were five-
To the last weaponry of the protest
Do not die!
You were a kid of the last century,
The tradition of living,
From a arrogant past, she drew her juices
And, of course, of course, of course.
To the death of a steady start -
So close... and so far.
Over this era there was inactive a glow in the mountain
The spirit of the non-substantial homeland,
Another French revolution
The planet of shaking up the crowds,
And there was a bloody wave on it.
From the community's "small capital" outbreaks.
This is simply a combination that has then grown,
The Days of November was a short-term
And their knights' fathers.
With blood, it fell down and sucked out with milk.
The surviving tradition of short-term victories has slowed
And the Polish capital of the dead.
In front of him, the miracle was floating away.
State of the state, dressed in the leaf of a lion,
Hangers bloating their first swans
And the martyrs who are struggling to do -
Prisons, graves, gallows, curves
And the snowy, cold abyss in Sibię...
So more powerfully each pulsed,
And the curse of the hangers on the ground of life,
In the wake of anger, vengeance and pain, they are passionate.
Above the subliminal and the disgrace of the fatherland.
And all the cheeses were hard.
In the slave life of the garner.
Another 1 of these suffocating chains
He didn't halt breathing.
Another manhood of our Aurelia
There was no mud in the mud and laughter,
And they didn't lose the crowd.
The last flashes of native pride.
There was no veto at the time in general
In the business of swimming,
In any final or court location
Right away, you're going to love the savior.
And what has been explicitly disposed of Polish,
Give to the staff of the Academy.
If the enemy wanted to come into the accounts
And put up gold bridge joints,
Not said among nobles,
That he is the husband of the staff, but that betrays the simple -
And not a fresh era of happiness,
Seeing the shining orders on the chest.
The Polish language is not available yet.
There are reptiles at the foot;
She called for the Tobolska way
The dead bodies of her syllabus bore the Volga -
She was going to take the bloodiest,
It is not to be denied.
O! that's where the secret passages are.
The planet was full of perfect mary
And there's a wonderful column.
Tissued by the destiny of the grey life,
And on the outside there was a luminosity of the Earth,
As if the ever-expanding Belgian star.
Exile torment, longings of the planet
These were in large mystical grips;
Messional dreams, inspired prophecies
another lifes have developed over the earth,
Where the sculpture disappeared before the eyes
In the starry, dreamy translucence.
I've been reasoning about a long-term row,
While our hearts were burning,
And we are forced to eat our wood and sosen
He was singing, as a aged singer,
The knights' songs of the erstwhile ancestors' glory,
Which we utilized to drink.
I've been reasoning so far, as we've been told,
Sleepy nightingale, smelly flowers
And the light that the blue blushes,
And it was all about her,
Non-lethal, which in the groin of the Czech Republic
On the another hand, the stone age...
And in the first fewer years of each year,
Coastless, exclusive, only,
What on my wings I choke in blue,
As for the parent of her son,
They believe that in the depths beyond the clouds they will cover
It will be seen again - bright and trivial.
We all thought of it before us -
A wonderful figure in gold stars,
In its own purity and whiteness,
With a wash of the angel's hand,
They are akin to the Most Holy Virgin.
And the glow of his hair that is in the morning.
Each of them crowned in its own flowering plants
And its beauty felt otherwise,
Each of them was treated differently -
But no 1 doubted that after days of dilapidation
Overflowing in the tins of the various causes
The full planet will be young.
We had our hands drawn to her,
By saying: "Become of the blues, short!
Curves of the mediocre weigh on the first scales
And give them a fresh shot,
Hang the sword of vengeance over the fold and crime
And either humanity or humanity will be the leader again.
We were under the bed,
To stand on them as a throne
And rape rights became a vigilante,
With the blessing of the hand
To those who have wronged the wrong,
They call you from clean flame.
We are nothing for our happiness, nothing for ourselves
We don't want to live on.
They were waiting for you to shine on it tomorrow.
We always want to be happy.
And it was crucial to take the eternal illiterate,
You were the light of the sun."
It's all over the place,
And the time of knight service has passed;
From the blues, the light is gone,
The silence of inspiration and divination,
And the storm of woe has brought us to our head
Navet the last of our thorns.
Singing hearts, excellent slogans,
Burnt words, mystical grips
It's been a long time.
The thought of the earth is broken...
And in the most prominent eyes, he fell apart.
The rainbow country of romanticist music.
another currents flowed in a corridor,
A fresh era of women has arisen,
Who was inactive Earth-based,
Heaven’s sweet visions will not be known
Back in the interior,
They think about regular bread.
He is mediocre with his soul and his feelings for him.
The shadow of her dispersal of the earth,
The bodies of their victims are dense -
And they want the breast of nature,
She wants a cover-up,
As a result, they will be fresh in time.
Although the fact lies in the background
And the human cognition of the treasure of god -
The truths of the planet
And false is in mysterious character,
And the venom will armor snakes and reptiles,
To win in a terrible waltz.
A fresh era has arrived, with a full of
Non-subscription, glacial, cloud;
Her god is this, not the beginning,
The children of Saturn -
And its relations, thanks to the threat,
Preferential force is an apotheosis.
With the fresh regime, the fresh ones are promising,
As a consequence of the weaker word of the union,
Pronounce rape and violence,
And the evolution of tribal divisions,
As a consolation to point out in the breakdown
I beg and nothing, and in death, and in life.
Under their control, fresh people are moving,
Seeing that the past has failed -
The provision of clean spiritual sacrifices,
Frequent brothers and young guests,
Before the golden calf the roots of the week -
A panmoquil or pangerium.
And we have a fresh generation,
Inherited in the earth with coolness and consideration,
They besides want to be on the next stage.
Warm from the graves naked,
I mean, little than the old shaky,
In order to build again.
In a bad way, the schools are born,
The matrimony of traitors has been renounced;
Curves of the young wing
all time with the force -
And it comes with the current of the day in the design,
Instincts and power are carried out.
The desire for truths is pursued by one,
Although it is intended to poison pure health,
For it is more desirable to search bronchos,
With which the future could stand buoys -
And in this agony, they're indifferent.
I'm in the mediate of something that's dead.
It's peaceful and sad,
Long-term reasoning from the erstwhile has passed;
Accuses the cheese of spreading love
And they are taught by their past merit,
Without knowing how much of it you have
large sacrifices, virtues and pains.
We think through beauty, with a feeling,
In the right and the right,
This is the end of our days,
besides bold flight to mourn...
I can't be 1 with no bitterness.
Seeing how you want the way to go.
But though the road travels,
And your cold will fall on our hearts -
We bless you, young knights,
In the long run,
And to the difficulties of future, hard calls
In addition, it is crucial to guarantee that there is simply a advanced level of environmental protection.
Go, how the temple is suited to worship,
Enlighten the way of human walking
To higher and brighter cells!
The law for your birth,
To be able to have a helmet through it
The failure of beauty and well-being.
But knowledge: the fact that you look at,
It's like the Protété of treason,
Who are inactive different,
erstwhile a shrewd diver in the depths of his body,
And the collidings of liquid sailboats
At the same time, the new...
22-24 January 1888
photo: archive postcard
