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| A Morning Dip (1916) Paul Gustave Fischer |
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May Swenson föddes Anna Thilda May Swenson den 28 maj 1913 i Logan, Utah. Hennes föräldrar var svenska invandrare och hennes far var professor i maskinteknik vid Utah State University. Engelska var hennes andra språk, hennes familj hade talat mestadels svenska i sitt hem. Influerad tidigt av Edgar Allan Poe, skrev hon dagbokstexter inom olika genrer. Hennes dikter har jämförts med dem skrivna av E. E. Cummings och Gertrude Stein, liksom Elizabeth Bishop. Den sistnämnda hade hon regelbunden kontakt med via korrespondens, från 1950 till Bishops död 1979.
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Water Picture, by May Swenson (1913-1989)
(from Poems Old and New. Houghton Mifflin, 1994.)
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| Duck pond, University Parks, Oxford |
In the pond in the park
all things are doubled:
Long buildings hang and
wriggle gently. Chimneys
are bent legs bouncing
on clouds below. A flag
wags like a fishhook
down there in the sky.
The arched stone bridge
is an eye, with underlid
in the water. In its lens
dip crinkled heads with hats
that don't fall off. Dogs go by,
barking on their backs.
A baby, taken to feed the
ducks, dangles upside-down,
a pink balloon for a buoy.
Treetops deploy a haze of
cherry bloom for roots,
where birds coast belly-up
in the glass bowl of a hill;
from its bottom a bunch
of peanut-munching children
is suspended by their
sneakers, waveringly.
A swan, with twin necks
forming the figure 3,
steers between two dimpled
towers doubled. Fondly
hissing, she kisses herself,
and all the scene is troubled:
water-windows splinter,
tree-limbs tangle, the bridge
folds like a fan.
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Nästa författare vet jag väldigt lite om. Jag vet i stort sett bara att han är född i Bulandshahr, Indien, 1964.
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Music of wind, by V P Mahur
(Published in Poemhunter.com)
The music of wind
When it comes from the hills
Echoes in the mind and thrills
The music of wind
When it comes from a desert
Ignites the passions to be alert
The music of wind
When it comes from the sea
Waves the hearts in a glee
The music of wind
When it comes from the rivers
The message of continuity it delivers
The music of the wind
When it comes from beloved's locks
Fills the heart with joyful shocks
The music of wind
When it comes from the eternity
Blesses the soul with the humanity
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Eric Paul Shaffer är författare till fem böcker av poesi: Lāhaina Noon (2005); Living at the Monastery, Working in the Kitchen (2001); Portable Planet (2000); RattleSnake Rider (1990); och Kindling: Poems from Two Poets (1988; med James Taylor III).
Mer än 350 av hans dikter har publicerats i lokala, nationella och internationella journaler och antologier, såsom The EcoPoetry Anthology, Jack London Is Dead: Contemporary Euro-American Poetry in Hawaii.
Han vann 2006 en inbjudan till Summer Fishtrap Writers Workshop i Oregon och 2009 vann han James M. Vaughan Award för poesi.
År 2015 var han gästpoet vid Jackson Hole Writers Conference. Han undervisar vid Honolulu Community College. Källa: Poets & Writers.org
Burning my hand, by Eric Paul Shaffer
(from Lāhaina Noon. San José : Leaping Dog Press, 2005.)
ma Olowalu
Night, and a small fire
burns with stars and a little wind.
Flames cast shadows on stone
and flesh. Petroglyphs
flicker in orange light,
fool me into wondering again
if the planet is here
for me, my friends, my love.
Holding my hand over the fire
till skin sings, I'm lost,
yet I struggle to release
my own hand, close my eye,
free my breath, to extinguish
what makes me human
and alone, among stars
and everything else that is
one indivisible dark
pierced only by points of light.
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