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.

Bianca Angelescu

Nigel Walker
 

Norham Castle, rasarit …JMW Turner

Castelul este o masa fara de substanta,
Ceva marunt in peisaj,
Dar cu siguranta acolo, reflectandu-se in
Ceea ce pare a fi un film
Sau apa aflata intre bucati de uscat cu si mai
Putina substanta
Pe care se afla o magnolie.
Un patruped ce pare a fi o vaca
Se apleaca pentru a bea.
Ceea ce ne-ai dat este galben.
Un ocru palid ce se prelinge pentru a incalzi si a cuprinde
totul. Istoria, viata, geografia. Un galben pal, abia dat in parg, necopt.
Un galben gata pentru a fi aratat si altora.

Se crapa deci de ziua.
Niciun alt moment al zilei nu ar fi
Asa de palid sau lipsit de umbre, asa de spalacit
Natura merge dicolo de asta
Si zilele is creaza propriile amintiri.
Se extind dincolo de propria istorie
In saptamani si luni si ani
Si invata ce e iubirea si ura.