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WHEN TO THE MOMENT I SHALL SAY: «LINGER AWHILE! SO FAIR THOU ART!»

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Moldagaliyeva Z.
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WHEN TO THE MOMENT I SHALL SAY: «LINGER AWHILE! SO FAIR THOU ART!»

WHEN TO THE MOMENT I SHALL SAY: «LINGER AWHILE! SO FAIR THOU ART!»

Moldagaliyeva Zhazira, associate professor ,Ph.D. in Philology
Al-Farabi Kazakh National University

 

The paper is devoted to the love story poem by famous Kazakh poet Tumanbai Moldagaliyev - the founder of love lyrics in Kazakh literature; laureate of state prize of Kazakhstan; holder of the Fuzuli - the prize in honour of Turkic language writes of the world; Kazakh national writer; the author of 40 volumes of poetry collection. His name is present in the list of the 20 century writers.
Keywords: The first meeting, a portrait of the beloved, comparison, epithets, simple and capacious definition , the fire of love, tears, the breath of love.

Our life is like jar, containing lots of various memorable moments. Some of them we would bear in our mind for the whole life, others we would like to forget. And only poets inherit the talent to paint these moments in lines of their poems…
«When we met you were only fifteen,
And I used to be some other person…»
These lines from Tumanbai Moldagaliyev’s poem tell a story about his only and overwhelming love for his wife – our mother.
Once Tumanbai Moldagaliyev was shown a photo of a young fifteen year old girl and at first glance at it he experienced a new and unfamiliar feeling. He was only eighteen at that time but the young poet exclaimed with all his enthusiasm: «She will be my wife». He might not realize at that moment how prophetic those words could be. The young Tumanbai just felt a strange agitation, which he could not bear in his chest, agitation, which I also feel now, when telling about the love of my dear parents. At the very beginning of my story about that first meeting of the two people, who have been able to carry that love «at first sight» throughout their lives – love, which still exists in their eye communication full of tenderness and some secret, I experience the feeling of both agitation, sadness and admiration at the same time.
Such love for us, the poet’s children, is adorable and charming.
In parents’ glance at each other there is no tranquility and peace which you commonly see by couples, who have been living their whole life together and who got used to being married, but there is that sparkle of a strong feeling making that very glance full of tenderness, warmth and special attitude to each other. At that very moment both of them feel again the feeling which sparked in the heart of an eighteen year old young man, novice poet, – and a fifteen year old young beauty. They hardly expected this flame of love to last forever in their souls and to be seen in their eyes. The flame won’t die until they live as it is the very feeling which has been extolling for ages, by poets all over the world and times – Love!
A charm of the minute – a moment of meeting, trembling with joy, light shining in your heart, a charmed soul aspired to something extremely beautiful – all these feelings are expressed in the portrait of the beloved woman with a number of epithets:
«Beautiful, marvelous and loving.
You are like a dream lighting up my soul …
Beautiful, amazing and slender…»
and comparisons:
«You are like a virgin tear dropping from my eyes…»
These expressive lines show the novelty of feelings and emotions of the poet taken aback with love. The poem is read at one breath and is divided into three parts: the first part is the portrayal of the woman he loves; it begins with the first line and continues with the second “beautiful, marvelous and loving». These lines are full of grace and elegant simplicity of expression – distinctive features of the poet’s lyrics. The character of the beloved woman is described by tender and timid comparisons, striking epithets. I think that all Moldagaliyev’s poetry shows that he is a master of simple and exact definitions. It should be noted that the poet expresses deep and versatile thoughts in simple and clear words.
In the second part (3, 4 and 5 stanzas) the author describes himself in a state of a hero: fright and trembling with immensity of all-embracing feelings, divine light found on the earth, feeling of happiness overflowing the young man and covering him with head. Reading these lines you suddenly get a feeling which almost everyone once felt in water: a wave covers you with head, you try to get out, unable to breathe, your feet come off the ground, without finding support, lungs tear for the need of a breath of air, and with open eyes you only see the frightening surrounding medium…
This state experienced by the hero is expressed by several striking and exact verbs:
«I was afraid, afraid of my happiness,
I shivered, I did not believe my happiness…»
Trembling and shyness will be often present in T. Moldagaliyev’s poems but it is not the fright and fear of life and love but a touching and demanding attitude to these overwhelming notions.
The rising of feelings, the emerging state of the hero is expressed by the following verbs: «shivered, did not believe». In this poem the poet describes himself as being the hero, who stepped out of the world of his sweet dreams, from childhood to the unknown big life, full of all-embracing love, watered with love. And like in the moment of creation of the world, where beginning was love, in the poem there are awe and timidity, strength and weakness, admiration of the unknown and strong desire to cognize this unknown, to cognize with all his heart. Already imbued with fire, with fire from flashed love, these feelings are expressed in the following lines.
«Did you wake me from my sweet sleep?!
Why did you wake me,
And why did you wake me so early,
The dream was so sweet which came to me at night…

Fascinating were my elusive dreams,
My soul was full of music flood,
Dear friends, to convey these feelings,
One should have a heart, there is no need of ink…»
The poet has the courage to accept this love, presented to him as a sudden gift.
Stunned and discouraged, a bit frightened poet is grateful for this happiness and is afraid of losing it. In the third part of the poem the poet describes the feeling of love.
The author compares the love with the lyrics of nature:
«Oh love, are you the snow falling from heaven…»
Imagine the snow, which cannot be stopped by human wish. Raising your head you see billions of snowflakes as thou the whole heaven is falling down on you; unstoppable, fascinatingly beautiful. In this line the author shows the picture of the faded nature, frozen rivers and mountains, the picture of a frozen moment.
And he gives another comparison – love like the spring rain - warm and soft, from which the sleeping winter nature awakes.
«Oh love, are you a spring rain…»
And the poem goes on with the passage to the portrayal of the beloved «beautiful, amazing and slender» - the epithets are simple and light and in this lightness, and in this poem, which is simple like breath, breath of love comes to your mind . The whole poem is penetrated by love, every word, every movement of the verse, the power of the overwhelming feeling: the cold snow, the warm spring rain, and the tears.
The instant of love reflected by the poet is really fascinating. It’s in his heart: like purity, tenderness, fragility…
From this very moment the poet starts glorifying the true love that has run through the love-sick and filled their life with the meaning of life and happiness. This poem is penetrated with love from beginning to end. The poet is breathing love, living the moment of love, driven by love and he’s ready to sacrifice his life for the instant of love:
«For this moment of silence, the light of my soul,
I am ready to sacrifice my life and all the bright days…»
There is tremulous tenderness in the following lines:
«I know now, that happiness is in you, my friend,
Whom I have met not in heaven, but on earth…»
There’s love in every sigh and in every tear of the poem:
«You were my breath.
You were my tears…»
In the latest edition the poet inserts some changes in and now they sound in a quite different way:
«This everything you don’t seem to understand…»
This line, which was added later, and which appeared in a multi-volumed issue of the poet’s lyrics, may sound a bit sad. The poet’s masterful touch upon the human heart-strings is the most characteristic feature of his talent. The poem sounds sad as the poet, like maybe all those who are in love, believes that his love is underestimated. To my mind he’s not quite right here.
For us there is no doubt that the instant of love is in the poet’s heart – the instant of brightening and enlightenment, the instant of awakening from a dream – the moment of love that lasts forever…
Therefore, there’s nothing to add more, except for trying to stop the time: «When to the moment I shall say: «Linger awhile! So fair thou art!»

References:

1. Collection of poems «Spring morning». Almaty, 1963, p.80-81. 

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