Hvor poesien fylder en del...

Oprettet: 16.01.2012 - 16:09

I december var jeg på smuttur til London.
Et af højdepunkterne var den enorme boghandel Foyles, hvor poesi ikke bare er noget, der står nederst i et fjernt hjørne, men har en hel fritstående reol. Og at jeg ikke var den eneste der stod og snusede ved den reol.

Stort var det også at se to af mine yndlingspoeter, Anne Carson (Nox) og Tomas Tranströmer være placeret side om side på en hylde med særligt læseværdige bøger.

Jeg købte Alice Oswald: "Woods etc." og Frank O'Hara: "Selected Poems".

 Her er et digt fra "Woods etc.":

"Autobiography of a Stone

on this air-borne earth where the one thrust of things is endlessly
upward,
I, Stone, fell into affliction,
worse than
the annealing of glass through the whole series of endurable pains
and worse.
and that was when I, Stone, became
this final measure
of drawing my whole body inward into my skull.
I became Excluded Stone, Stone-in-hiding.
who lies not peering out
in a fold of the winds and
hearing myself being shouted for   oh
if the wind were a voice I could contend with...
but I am moving only very slowly,
lasting out earth and
keeping my gift under darkness."
ALICE OSWALD