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.

Teofana Trapcea

Nigel Walker
 

Castelul Norham, rasarit de soare …JMW Turner

Castelul e o cantitate imateriala,
marunt in peisaj,
dar evident acolo, reflectat
in ceea ce pare a fi o pelicula
de apa intre doua fasii
de pamant si mai lipsit de susbstanta,
cafeniu din cauza ferigilor.
Un patruped, ce-mi seamana a vita
se apleaca si bea.

Ceea ce ne-ai dat e galbenul.
Ocru anemic care prelingandu-se incalzeste si infierbanta
imbratisand tot ce exista. Istoria,
viata, geografia. Galben decolorat,
la inceput, inca necrescut deplin.
Galben astaptand sa capete experienta.

Evident, mijeste lumina zorilor.
Nici un alt moment al zilei
n-ar fi atat de inconsistent, atat de spalacit.
Personalitatea incepe din acest punct
si zilele imbratiseaza propria memorie
exced propriile jurnale, istorii si cresc
devenind saptamani, luni, ani
si invata sa iubeasca si sa urasca.