Marcus, in un caffé letterario di Bruges, legge alcune poesie tratte da "Selected Poems 1963-2009"<br /><br />video di Mick Ravassat: "Poetry at Inzicht"<br /><br />Dedication<br /><br />for Eunice<br /><br />Borne by whatever wind you come to land <br />And whoever, unborn, you decide to be, <br />This I would have you gladly understand <br />Before you put back out again to sea. <br /><br />The whole, of which you form a willing part, <br />Elects the actual vessel it will try. <br />Make up your mind before you ever start: <br />You cannot claim the birthright to deny.<br /><br />Penelope, alone<br /><br />Homer took pen and paper, <br />Dipped into his mind, <br />Saw the poem written there <br />Though he was blind. <br /><br />Odysseus with oar and rudder <br />Thrashed on the foam, <br />But the sea like a fretful mother <br />Chided him home. <br /><br />Penelope, alone at the window, <br />Watched the blue sky. <br />In her fingers flashed a needle, <br />And the needle had an Eye. <br /><br />So the saga was embroidered <br />On a quilt of silken thread <br />And its mysteries unfolded <br />On the marriage bed. <br /><br />Penelope, sola<br /><br />Homer prese carta e penna,<br />Immerso nei suoi pensieri,<br />Ci Vide la poesia scritta<br />Anche se era cieco.<br /><br />Ulisse con remo e timone<br />Si dibatteva sulla spuma,<br />Ma il mare come una madre ansiosa<br />Lo richiamava a casa.<br /><br />Penelope, da sola alla finestra,<br />Guardava il cielo blu.<br />Fra le dita apparve un ago,<br />E l'ago aveva un occhio.<br /><br />Quindi la saga è stata ricamata<br />Su una trapunta di seta<br />E i suoi misteri distesi<br />Sul letto matrimoniale.<br /><br />Gemini<br /><br />Morning sparkles on a blade <br />Naked virgin undismayed <br /><br />Two eyes trapped on a mirror <br />One dimension of error <br /><br />Rain pounding from a gutter <br />There are no words to utter <br /><br />The moon seen through a curtain <br />Can we never be certain? <br /><br />Orion's belt and scabbard <br />A poem sweetly laboured <br /><br />The last flicker in the grate <br />Poles to circumnavigate <br /><br />Her arm wrapped over his heart <br />Reaches for the fiery dart <br /><br />Dawn slides dripping from <br /><br />continua... leggi il testo integrale su www.suonamiunapoesia.it
