I see my mind as a tapestry woven through with memories, dreams and thoughts.

Sunday, 12 December 2010

Sunday Snippet - snipped with large scissors!

We freely share words, thoughts, ideas on our blog posts. But, how brave are those whose writing, even as it is penned, places them in imminent danger.

Irina's poems of the seventies were crisp, mischievous, and romantic. She certainly defied the stereotype - that of a poet who spends long hours at home, preferably in a half-lit room, searching for metaphors and being otherwise unhappy. In fact, it was awfully hard to catch her at home at all. She couldn't stand small rooms, lifts and narrow corridors. She was always outdoors....

With time her poems became more reserved. She spent longer hours writing ....

So writes Ilya Nylin of Irina Ratushinskaya.

And I undid the old shawl

And I undid the old shawl -
And at once there came to me
The four winds from all the roads,
From the clouds of the earth.

And the first wind sang me a song
About a house behind a black mountain,
And the second wind told me
About an enchanted arquebus.

And the third wind began to dance,
And the fourth gave me a ring.
But the fifth wind came laughing -
And I recognised his face.

And I asked: 'Where have you come from?
And who has sent you to me?'
But he looked into my features
And said nothing.

And I touched his shoulder -
And sent all the others away.
And this wind blew out the candle,
When night fell.

Irina Ratushinskaya

All from 'No, I'm Not Afraid' translated by David McDuff


Pagan Sphinx said...

Walt Whitman often wrote outdoors, didn't he? And Mary Oliver. And even Emily Dickinson was always in her garden. I love poets. :-)

aguja said...

Yes. The poet depressed and in an attic - is a myth, I think.

I have never written poetry in subdued light - except as a student, in the middle of the night; but then, that is natural!

Olga said...

Thank you for this beautiful post.

Angela said...

Thank you

aguja said...

Olga and Angela - you are welcome. Thank you for stopping by.

T Opdycke said...

Lovely and dark. I love the way words weave magic and become a vision in my mind.

aguja said...

Words are fantastic - can be used anyway, for anything.

¡Un saludo para las palabras!