Mark Strand- New Selected Poems

Nyinköpt lyrik i min hylla: "New Selected Poems" av Mark Strand.

18 If a man lets his poems go naked, he shall fear death.

19 If a man fears death, he shall be saved by his poems.

20 If a man does not fear death, he may or may not be saved by his poems.

(strofer som har tagits från Strands dikt "The New Poetry Handbook)

Mark Strands dikter är långsamma- de påminner mig om dyningar på havet.. .kanske är det för att jag hela tiden tänker på att Strand föddes på Prince Edward Island- Kanadas östkust är hans barndomshem. Jag läser hans poesi med stor njutning- och eftertanke.

Prediction

The night the moon drifted over the pond,

turning the water to milk, and under

the boughs of the trees, the blue trees,

a young woman walked, and for an instant

the future came to her:

rain falling on her husband's grave, rain falling

on the lawns of her children, her own mouth

filling with cold air, strangers moving into her house,

a man in her room writing a poem, the moon drifting into it,

a woman strolling under its trees, thinking of death,

thinking of him thinking of her, and the wind rising

and taking the moon and leaving the paper dark.

Edward Hopper har målat tavlan t h.