Imago lacus

The picture above was taken by a dear friend, the American poet Debra Kang Dean (please do not use it without permission). I met Debra three years before, when I went to Walden to work with his late husband Brad, a great Thoreau scholar. Once we spent hours tracking this quotation: "Some men go fishing all their lives without ever realizing it's not fish they are after." We concluded that Thoreau never wrote it, but si non è vero...

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

2 poems by Seamus / Heaney gogoan


Hauek dira Sautrelan aipatutako poemak. Batean (Casualty) biktima bat; bestean (The Toome Road) borreroak, edo borreroen laguntzaileak, bietan gupidaz eta zorroztasunez, baina manikeismorik gabe islaturik. Biak Fieldwork liburutik, non Euskal Herria aipatzen den (baina utz dezagun kontu hau beste baterako).

Casualty poema ikaragarria da, aurkitzeko erraza (nik neuk Norton Anthology of English Literature batean irakurri nuen estreinakoz) eta luzeegia da hemen osorik jartzeko (hemen poemari gida bat, Yeats-ekin alderatzen duena).

Hona The Toome Road, hain ezaguna ez dena, osorik. Goiz-goizetik bere sorterriko bazterretik pasatzen diren soldaduak deskribatzen ditu, bizilagunak lozorroan daudela, poetaren etsipena eta itxaropena: zeren Irlandako harriek zutik baitiraute, isilik baino bizirik:

One morning early I met armoured cars
In convoy, warbling along on powerful tyres,
All camouflaged with broken alder branches,
And headphoned soldiers standing up in turrets.
How long were they approaching down my roads
As if they owned them? The whole country was sleeping.
I had rights-of-way, fields, cattle in my keeping,
Tractors hitched to buckrakes in open sheds,
Silos, chill gates, wet slates, the greens and reds
Of outhouse roofs. Whom should I run to tell
Among all of those with their back doors on the latch
For the bringer of bad news, that small-hours visitant
Who, by being expected, might be kept distant?
Sowers of seed, erectors of headstones...
O charioteers, above your dormant guns,
It stands here still, stands vibrant as you pass,
The visible, untoppled omphalos.


Seamus Heaney
Fieldwork (Faber and Faber, 1979)





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