Mary MacRae

Gannet

This is what I came to look for
from the rocks at the very tip
of St David’s Head, this bird,
this gannet, so white it reflects the light
from far out on the open sea,
one continuous line of body
aimed towards
the questing head and sharp beak,
its whole being flowing forward
like Braque’s bird, bleached
and flying over the bay,
back to Grassholm.
Suppose I can be re-born
into that frame, what might I find
in the huge plunge seaward,
in the crash of entry, the long
descent to semi-darkness?
What fish emerge with?

Arina Lungu

Mary MacRae

Gasca

De pe stancile din varful
Capului Sf David am venit sa o caut,
gasca asta salbatica, in albul careia vad reflectata
lumina din largul marii,
cu linia neintrerupta a corpului
alungita spre
capul intrebator cu cioc subtire,
intreaga-i fiinta pluteste
ca pasarea lui Braque, doar decolorata
si zburand deasupra golfului
inapoi spre Grassholm.
Daca m-as putea naste
in trupul ei, ce prada as izbuti sa inhat
dupa plonjarea nebuneasca in adancuri,
socul valului, si lenta
scufundare in semi-obscuritate?
Oare ce peste as rapi din mare?