P.s.:

The Tollund Man

I

Some day I will go to Århus
To see his peat-brown head,
The mild pods of his eye-lids,
His pointed skin cap.

In the flat country nearby
Where they dug him out,
His last gruel of winter seeds
Caked in his stomach,

Naked exept for
The cap, noose and girdle,
I will stand a long time,
Bridegroom to the goddess,

She tightened her torc on him
And opened her fen,
Those dark juices working
Him to a saint's kept body,

Trove of the turfcutters'
Honeycombed workings.
Now his stained face
Reposes at Århus.

II

I could risk blasphemy,
Consecratethe cauldron bog
Our holy ground and pray
Him to make germinate

The scattered, ambushed
Flesh of labourers,
Stockinged corpses
Laid out in the farmyards,

Tell-tale skin and teeth
Flecking the sleepers
Of four young brothers, trailed
For miles along the lines.

III

Something of his sad freedom
As he rode the tumbril
Should come to me, driving,
Saying the names

Tollund, Graubaulle, Nebelgard,
Watching the pointing hands
Of country people,
Not knowing their tongue.

Out there in Jutland
In the old man-killing parishes
I will feel lost,
Unhappy and at home.

*

A New Song

I met a girl from Derrygarve
And the name, a lost potent musk,
Recalled the river's song swerve,
A kingfisher's blue bolt at dusk

And stepping stones like black molars
Sunk in the ford, the swifty glaze
Of the whirlpool, the Moyola
Pleasuring beneath alder trees.

And Derrygrave, I thought, was just,
Vanished music, twilit water,
Amooth libation of the past
Poured by this chancevastal daugther.

But now our river tongues must rise
From licking deep in native haunts
To flood, with vowelling embrace,
Demesnes staked out in consonants.

And Castledawson we'll enlist
And Upperlands, each planted bawn -
Like bleaching-greens resumed by grass -
A vocable, as rath and bullaun.

- Seamus Heaney.

mvh
Simon

Hej Simon

Lidt mere fra Anne Porter og hendes paradishave, hvor engle og fugle synger med baskende vingerne :))


The Pasture Rose

Rosa humilis

The rose of the pastures
A small peasant rose

Free and for nothing
Gives us her prickles
Her five translucent petals
And her golden eye

And so to thank her
I try to learn
That dialect of silence
Which is her language
And then translate it
Into human words

As if the Lord had told me
Listen to the rose
Be the voice of the rose.

***

Wild geese alighting on a lake

I watched them
As they neared the lake
They wheeled
In a wide arc
With beating wings
And then
They put their wings to sleep
And glided downward in a drift
Of pure abandonment
Until they reached
The surface of the lake
Composed their wings
And settled
On the rippling water
As though it were a nest.



Mild, lattermild og gavmild. Det er, hvad jeg ser i hendes øjne og ansigt ... lys og lyslevende.

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Er hun ikke skøn på billedet her? :))


Milde hilsner
RoseMarie

P.s.

On quiet side streets in southern towns.

Give praise with the rippling speech
Of the eider-duck and her ducklings
As they paddle their way downstream
In the red-gold morning
On Restiguche, their cold river,
Salmon river,
Wilderness river.

Give praise with the whitethroat sparrow.
Far, far from the cities,
Far even from the towns,
With piercing innocence
He sings in the spruce-tree tops,
Always four notes
And four notes only.

Give praise with water,
With storms of rain and thunder
And the small rains that sparkle as they dry,
And the faint floating ocean roar
That fills the seaside villages,
And the clear brooks that travel down the mountains

And with this poem, a leaf on the vast flood,
And with the angels in that other country.

Anne Porter

Hej på forårsskyen, RM..

Og tak for en herlig duft af poesi, der efter bytur med herlig musik her kvitteres for med noget i retning af lyduniverset fra ”de høje støvlers tid”, måske en anden slags Bitches Brew, eller omskrevet & kort sagt: poetry isn’t dead, it just smells like jazz… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2a0ux53dKY

Mvh & go’ weekend
Simon

Go'morgen Simon

... her fra nostalgiens hjørne :))

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RjplHBGulxQ&t=96s

Bedste hilsner
RoseMarie