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Сент-Винсент и Гренадины: Пегги Карр "Мед и лайм"

Еще одна маленькая островная нация, литература которой практически неизвестна за пределами самой страны, даже в Карибском регионе.
Книгу удалось найти с трудом, зато не пожалела. Это поэтический сборник, третья книга Пегги Карр. Предыдущие два - "Echoes from a Lonely Nightwatch" (1989) и "Fresh Tracks in an Ancient Land" (1996). Публиковалась она также в различных антологиях. О самой поэтессе немного информации  - работала журналисткой на радио, телевидение и в прессе. Кроме того, много лет занималась организацией культурных мероприятий для молодежи на волонтерских началах. Мать трех взрослых детей. Сейчас работает в Тайване редактором газеты.
Стихи у нее - верлибры. У меня к ним сложное отношение... Не то чтобы они мне не нравятся - многие нравятся, на самом деле, но я как-то строже, что ли, к ним отношусь, придирчивее. Но у Карр мне понравились стихи - не все, правда, но так, чтоб все, это даже с любимейшими поэтессами не бывает.
Есть у нее и искренность и глубина чувств, и выразительные образы, кроме того, она довольно разноплановая поэтесса. Есть у нее и нежная любовная лирика, и социальное, и прямо-таки панковские бунтарские стихи. Мне такое сочетание очень импонирует.
Самые трогательные и больше всего понравившиеся мне посвящены материнству: "Letting Go"  - о взрослении ребенка - и "To My Mother", обращение к матери.

"Letting Go"
The birthing is never over
Our wombs still heave and
scream
as we deliver them
repeatedly
into the hands of strangers
anxiety a blood rush through
the swiftly unravelling cord of
their dependence
pride a pulse spiking at
their innocent freedom cry

The sterile snip of closing doors
belies the anguish
of composure stitched tight by
cliched assurances
A mass of nurturing routines
flops discarded on
the cold steel of
inevitablity
Our weeping breasts
stain swathes of pristine hours



"To My Mother"
Isn't it strange how
I no longer fit
on your lap
my head's too tall
for your bosom
and a whole lot of
physics
deny my swinging
from your waist

yet
now like never before
I'm clasped to your
dreams
the relentless love rhythms
of your heartbeat
fill my ear
and some days
I slide sickeningly
again and again
down your old
disappointments

It's watching my daughter
grow up
that does it

И еще несколько:


"I Miss You"

I miss you
when...
the first grey light
of dawn
slips into your side
of bed
and reminds me that
I'm cold

I miss you
when...
my silly jokes
slide back into hiding
and my laughter
bounces off
the startled silence

I miss you
when...
my tears go chasing
after some elusive song
that seems to hold
your voice...

... and my arms
can't understand
the empty space between them

I miss you
when...
a cardboard copy
of your eyes
soaks up my smile...

... and you can't hear
me breathe the moonlight

I miss you
when...
my thoughts refuse
to climb aboard
my spoken words
insisting
that they'd only crash
among the aliens...

... and no one knows
that I am silent

I miss you
when...
I shuffle home
chained
to a massive day
and I can't reach
the lips
that would unshackle me

I miss you
when...
all of you
comes pouring through
my ear
and all of me
is answering...

... and I can't make you
climb out of the phone


I miss you when...
your chest beneath my
cheek
dissolves
into a pillow
and sleep ignores my
ardent plea
to reverse that
cruel trick...

... and my hands forget
that now
the night brings only
shadows

I miss you...

... always


Совершенно панковское, на мой вкус, даже удивительно после нежного любовного :)

"Normal"

Don't try to
sell me normal
cause that's
all twisted up
hanging
upside down
puking
its insides
onto itself

"The Box"

Do you think that your tags
identify me
affixing a label
makes you know me

Categorizing only gives you safety
from ever having to see me

Tagged
numbered
measured
coloured
gendered
the me of me
is still a mystery

And what if I do my
cross-gender
cosmo
act

What does that do
to your neatly pigeon-holed
response box

"Moods of Destiny"

She
languid
wide
offering exotic gifts
and scents
from her far mountain home

He
quick
restless
lover of shores
now runs abandoned
into her endless fluidity
whispering secrets he has carried
patiently from other worlds

She
escapes to his infinity
rests on his wide horizons

He
slowly unravels his foam-crusted tension
surrenders his saline strength

And sometimes

She
rushes crazed
to his massive heaving
her passion staining his mood
to dark turmoil

He
arches mightily
straddling her boundaries
curving their mingled delirium to
a towering primal protest of
unlikely love

Yet
always
eventually
the river meets the sea


"Wino"

I wonder
if he
knows
that
champagne
flows
from his
fingertips
and lips

He must
know
though
or why
would he
pour so
sparingly
to me

"Song Of A Weary Wanderer"

If I could only rest
for one night

if I could anchor
my anger
and rest
for one night
hushed
in the calm of someone's eyes

if I could unbuckle
my doubts
and rest
for one night
fed
on the homegrown truth
of someone's song

if I could unzip
my suspicions
and rest
for one night
clean
under the sincere passion
of someone's hands

if I could untie
my past
and rest
for one night
scente
in the delicate wisdom
of someone's mind

if I could switch off
my arguments
and rest
for one night
warm
in the soft glow
of someone's understanding

if I could only rest
for one night
safe
in the shelter
of someone's love
I know I'll be strong enough
to walk
naked
into tomorrow


"Genesis Of A Warrior"

She fluttered to the edge of
womanhood
and poised there
waiting
for that first touch
of life
to dry her moist new
eyes

He too was poised

and waiting

With practised ease
his smile closed over her
and his bored promises
held her still
while the strangely empty
days
tore her wings off

Slowly he impaled her
on his ego
mopping her thin protests
with thick wads of
reassurances

His amusement soared
at her brief pathetic struggle
to assert herself
but his interest quickly
collapsed
inside her bruised silence

He left her for dead
in a congealing pool of
her own disgust
and his indifference
hitched his smile in place
and moved on

Gingerly at first
and then in bold blue-black
swarms
the anger settled
in her eyes

and the steel grew
in huge scabs on her heart

The years covered her in silence

Now
down the centre lane of
life
astride a tall resolve
rides a warrior

on her patrol
the unfledged thrive
while their would-be spoilers
surrender
sharp practised smiles
under the steady double-barreled
knowledge in her eyes
Tags: 21 век, reading the world, Америка, Карибы, английский язык, поэзия
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