29-08-17

Dolce far niente, Jennifer Grotz, Hugo Brandt Corstius, Elma van Haren, John Edward Williams, Maurice Maeterlinck, Thom Gunn

 

Dolce far niente

 

 
Summer in the city (Cityscape 12) door Darren Thompson, 2012

 

 

Late Summer

Before the moths have even appeared
to orbit around them, the streetlamps come on,
a long row of them glowing uselessly

along the ring of garden that circles the city center,
where your steps count down the dulling of daylight.
At your feet, a bee crawls in small circles like a toy unwinding.

Summer specializes in time, slows it down almost to dream.
And the noisy day goes so quiet you can hear
the bedraggled man who visits each trash receptacle

mutter in disbelief: Everything in the world is being thrown away!
Summer lingers, but it’s about ending. It’s about how things
redden and ripen and burst and come down. It’s when

city workers cut down trees, demolishing
one limb at a time, spilling the crumbs
of twigs and leaves all over the tablecloth of street.

Sunglasses! the man softly exclaims
while beside him blooms a large gray rose of pigeons
huddled around a dropped piece of bread.

 

 
Jennifer Grotz (Canyon, 11 juli 1971)
Canyon, Randall County Courthouse. Jennifer Grotz werd geboren in Canyon.

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11-07-17

Jennifer Grotz

 

De Amerikaanse dichteres en vertaalster Jennifer Grotz werd geboren op 11 juli 1971 in Canyon, Texas. Zij groeide op in kleine stadjes in Texas maar woonde ook lang in Frankrijk en Polen, waarvan haar gedichten getuigen. Grotz behaalde diploma's aan de Tulane University (BA), de Indiana University (MA en MFA), en de Universiteit van Houston (PhD). Zij studeerde ook literatuur aan de Universiteit van Parijs (La Sorbonne), waar ze haar interesse voor het vertalen van Franse Poëzie ontdekte. Haar gedichten, vertalingen en recensies zijn verschenen in vele literaire tijdschriften en bladen, en haar werk is opgenomen in Best American Poetry. Zij is de eerste vrouw die leiding gaf aan de Breadloaf Writers Conferences. Grotz doceert Engels en creatief schrijven aan de Universiteit van Rochester.

 

Poppies

There is a sadness everywhere present
but impossible to point to, a sadness that hides in the world
and lingers. You look for it because it is everywhere.
When you give up, it haunts your dreams
with black pepper and blood and when you wake
you don’t know where you are.

But then you see the poppies, a disheveled stand of them.
And the sun shining down like God, loving all of us equally,
mountain and valley, plant, animal, human, and therefore
shouldn’t we love all things equally back?
And then you see the clouds.

The poppies are wild, they are only beautiful and tall
so long as you do not cut them,
they are like the feral cat who purrs and rubs against your leg
but will scratch you if you touch back.
Love is letting the world be half-tamed.
That’s how the rain comes, softly and attentively, then

with unstoppable force. If you
stare upwards as it falls, you will see
they are falling sparks that light nothing only because
the ground interrupts them. You can hear the way they’d burn,
the smoldering sound they make falling into the grass.

That is a sound for the sadness everywhere present.
The closest you have come to seeing it
is at night, with the window open and the lamp on,
when the moths perch on the white walls,
tiny as a fingernail to large as a Gerbera daisy
and take turns agitating around the light.

If you grasp one by the wing,
its pill-sized body will convulse
in your closed palm and you can feel the wing beats
like an eyelid’s obsessive blinking open to see.
But now it is still light and the blackbirds are singing
as if their voices are the only scissors left in this world.

 

 
Jennifer Grotz (Canyon, 11 juli 1971)

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