NIGEL WALKER

Norham Castle, sunrise... JMW Turner
 

The castle is an insubstantial mass,
small in the landscape,
but surely there, reflected in
what seems to be a film
of water lying in between some
even less substantial land
that's bracken brown.
A quadruped I take to be a cow
bends, drinking in.

What you have given us is yellow.
Anaemic ochre seeping in to warm and buoy
embracing all there is. The history,
the life, the geography. Bleached yellow,
starting, not full grown.
Yellow just waiting to be taught.

Conclusively, the light is dawn.
No other time of day would be
so pale or shadowless, so washed.
Character grows beyond this point
and days take on a memory of their own.
Swell out their diaries, histories
to weeks and months and years
and learn to love and hate.

Laura Persoiu

Nigel Walker
 

Castelul Norham, rasarit …JMW Turner

Castelul este o masa neinsemnata,
minuscul in peisaj,
dar in mod sigur acolo, reflectat
in ceea ce pare a fi un ochi de apa
aflat intre fasii iluzorii de pamant
cafenii din cauza ferigilor.
Un patruped, probabil o vaca,
Se apleaca sa bea.

Ceea ce tu ne-ai dat este galben.
Ocru anemic prelingandu-se spre cald si inviorandu-se
imbratisand totul. Istoria,
viata, geografia. Galben decolorat,
incepand, nematurizat pe de-a-ntregul.
Galben abia asteptand sa fie invatat.

In incheiere, lumina devine rasarit
Nici un alt moment al zilei nu ar fi
atat de palid sau lipsit de umbre, atat de decolorat.
Trasaturile incep dupa acest punct
Si zilele accepta o amintire proprie.
Isi umplu junalele, istoriile
pana la saptamani si luni si ani
si-nvata sa iubeasca si urasca.