Marcus Cumberlege - Marcus reads his poetry in Brugge

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Marcus, in un caffé letterario di Bruges, legge alcune poesie tratte da Selected Poems 1963-2009 video di Mick Ravassat: Poetry at Inzicht Dedication for Eunice Borne by whatever wind you come to land And whoever, unborn, you decide to be, This I would have you gladly understand Before you put back out again to sea. The whole, of which you form a willing part, Elects the actual vessel it will try. Make up your mind before you ever start: You cannot claim the birthright to deny. Penelope, alone Homer took pen and paper, Dipped into his mind, Saw the poem written there Though he was blind. Odysseus with oar and rudder Thrashed on the foam, But the sea like a fretful mother Chided him home. Penelope, alone at the window, Watched the blue sky. In her fingers flashed a needle, And the needle had an Eye. So the saga was embroidered On a quilt of silken thread And its mysteries unfolded On the marriage bed. Penelope, sola Homer prese carta e penna, Immerso nei suoi pensieri, Ci Vide la poesia scritta Anche se era cieco. Ulisse con remo e timone Si dibatteva sulla spuma, Ma il mare come una madre ansiosa Lo richiamava a casa. Penelope, da sola alla finestra, Guardava il cielo blu. Fra le dita apparve un ago, E l'ago aveva un occhio. Quindi la saga è stata ricamata Su una trapunta di seta E i suoi misteri distesi Sul letto matrimoniale. Gemini Morning sparkles on a blade Naked virgin undismayed Two eyes trapped on a mirror One dimension of error Rain pounding from a gutter There are no words to utter The moon seen through a curtain Can we never be certain? Orion's belt and scabbard A poem sweetly laboured The last flicker in the grate Poles to circumnavigate Her arm wrapped over his heart Reaches for the fiery dart Dawn slides dripping from continua... leggi il testo integrale su suonamiunapoesia.it