Jag har den stora förmånen att ha en fenomenal översättare av min poesi. Australiensaren, den vänsterhänt introverte, Simon Patton har nu översatt flera stycken ur ”Att fågla att fly att förbli”. Här är två av dem. Fler kommer…
Cowstare
Sun-drunk dis-graze-fully pleased
I greenbrowse the fields.
Were it up to me,
everything should be called something
other than it is now —
and it should be done
with a ringing cleargreen voice
that takes the world’s breath away.
Sometimes, all I want to do is stand
and stare with green eyes
without contempt and let that grass
make its way through my four stomachs.
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. . . does not make a summer
My swallow’s heart
trims twilight snapping gnats
across a zero-gravity field.
Being so far-sighted, I pick up autumn’s scent
and get drunk, even as the jasmine flowers snow,
on moonshine.
Stefan Albrektsson Poesi 