Drowning in blue / Eurydice by Sue Hubbard

Posted on April 5, 2014 by



Un poem pe care l-am auzit într-un film mai demult and it stuck, se pare că există un pasaj în Londra (pasajul subteran Waterloo) unde acest poem este scris pe ziduri. Arta, cuvintele și poezia devin un mediu. Citindu-l mi-e frică să nu-l pierd de parcă partea deja citită va dispărea sau tocmai a dispărut. De-aia îl transcriu aici.



Mi-am amintit azi de acest poem în timp ce mă gândeam la omul din pasajul de la Obor care vine uneori acolo ca să cânte la harpă…



by Sue Hubbard

I am not afraid as I descend,
step by step, leaving behind the salt wind
blowing up the corrugated river,

the damp city streets, their sodium glare
of rush-hour headlights pitted with pearls of rain;
for my eyes still reflect the half remembered moon.

Already your face recedes beneath the station clock,
a damp smudge among the shadows
mirrored in the train’s wet glass,

will you forget me? Steel tracks lead you out
past cranes and crematoria,
boat yards and bike sheds, ruby shards

of roman glass and wolf-bone mummified in mud,
the rows of curtained windows like eyelids
heavy with sleep, to the city’s green edge.

Now I stop my ears with wax, hold fast
the memory of the song you once whispered in my ear.
Its echoes tangle like briars in my thick hair.

You turned to look.
Second fly past like birds.
My hands grow cold. I am ice and cloud.

This path unravels.
Deep in hidden rooms filled with dust
and sour night-breath the lost city is sleeping.

Above the hurt sky is weeping,
soaked nightingales have ceased to sing.
Dusk has come early. I am drowning in blue.

I dream of a green garden
where the sun feathers my face
like your once eager kiss.

Soon, soon I will climb
from this blackened earth
into the diffident light.


Întreaga poveste cu restaurarea pasajului într-un articol scris tot de mine aici (ca să vedeți cât de dedicată sunt obsesiilor mele): http://www.newsup.ro/drowning-in-blue-eurydice-pasaj-subteran-cu-poezie-murala/