.
Window to what nobody knows
opening on byways
to what is beyond
knowing,
distance
not to be measured,
pure
arrow through
time
into the infinite
division
of indigo from blue,
synonym
for the immensity
of dreaming,
perpetual
target,
challenge
to geography,
Muse
without age,
beckoning
mirage,
optical
illusion,
history
without beginning,
companion
to those who sail
forever
toward no
destination,
seal
of peace
upon the restless
eye that's seen
too much,
temptation
to the open
eye
that would wish
to see.
Text: Beyond the Horizon, by Lucy in the Sky (trans. TC), from Locos por naufragar, 2010
Photos: Lucy in the Sky, from Locos por naufragar, 2010
14 comments:
This post is an homage to my favourite poetic blogger, Lucy in the Sky.
Photos and original Spanish text are taken, with gratitude, from Locos por naufragar.
Those familiar with TC/BTP will know Lucy's wonderful work with images and words from earlier posts here.
The following posts have presented Lucy's photographs:
A Fairy Tale
After the Deluge
Here
"Psyche's clear lake..."
Tunnel
And this post translates one of Lucy's poetic texts:
Frog Prince and Ringdove (The Eve of St. Agnes)
Muchísimas gracias, Lucy!
Thank YOU, my dear Tom. You have embellished the text with your masterly pen and given warmth to my heart with such a flattering and fascinating surprise. Coming from a tremendously talented and sensitive poet like you, this gift is certainly the best way to start my day =)
I am infinitely grateful.
¡Muchos besos!
Lucy,
To make you happy makes us happy. (This made our day.)
For others who would wish to be bathed in the magnificence of Lucy's vision, click on the top image.
Thanks for this Tom, and Lucy (!), out here in the fog one can hear but not see it (blue of ocean & sky), but it's out there, and will be here ---
2.18
first grey light in fog against invisible
ridge, motion of shadowed black branches
in foreground, sound of wave in channel
originally closing, meaning
the exact opposite of
white, play of grey against,
same things appearing
silver of sunlight reflected in channel,
white cloud in pale blue sky on horizon
Steve,
Thanks. Grey and nebulous here too. But lightening a bit now. Birds waking up, the fog breaking up. I've been waiting up for you.
Today our parallel universes appear to be the same universe we share with Lucy -- way out there, over here, and down there at the bottom of the world:
pale blue sky on horizon...
Tom, how great. Where IS Lucy? I was totally struck first by the photos (of course!), then the poem (which I thought was yours, but when I read your note saw was a translation of hers (and now see where SHE is, way "down there." So we're (somehow) linked by the sky and the water (and the words). What beautiful photos on her site! And those translations from Shakespeare, "the master"!
Thanks Steve, I'm glad you have now found your way to Lucy's site.
As you will have seen she lives on the shores of a deep cold glacial lake in Patagonia. The photos which she has lent me earlier come mostly from that remarkable location.
But it's currently her summer vacation so she was able to have a holiday by the warmer waters of the Pacific in Chile, and that's where the photos on this post were taken.
I hope everyone will enjoy the many pleasures of her site. As you will have seen, she titles all her posts in English, of which she probably has better command than you or me.
(But of course the original of the poem I've translated here was written in Spanish, that language which I find to be so much more essentially poetic than English.)
Thanks Tom, ah, Lucy in the Sky in Patagonia -- I want to look further and closer. . . . only grey skies here, whither went that blue?
It is true, Tom and Steve, in "our parallel universes" we share the same sky =)
I am so glad our poetic souls can converge in this space and share this process in which we transform the raw materials nature provides us with (sights, sounds, smells, textures and tastes) into verse. THANK YOU BOTH =)
Steve and Lucy,
Have been waiting for years (well, more than one) for the guests to finally break the ice and begin talking to one another at this party. And how sweet it is to hear, now.
Two of my favourite voices, in harmonic convergence.
Nothin' but blue skies from now on...
(Even when it's raining.)
Lucy, Thanks so much for your comment -- those blues of your water and sky are so striking (especially now when the clouds above the ridge are getting darker, another front moving in). You might enjoy looking at the poems I'm "posting" on "my blog" (and now it seems leaving here in "comments" to Tom, so maybe you've seen some) -- they make much of water and sky!
And thanks Tom for welcoming us all to this great party!
Tom, thanks for these links to poems w/ Lucy's beautiful photos (amazing!).']]]]]]]]]]]]]
diamonds are a girl's best friend
the lucy in the sky with diamonds
type of diamonds
the lover in the sky
that can sparkle
for the earthbound
This Lucy in the Sky does indeed sparkle for us, the earthbound ones.
Then again, this Lucy in the Sky is also definitely an Earth Girl. And contrary to the movie title, Earth Girls aren't always all that easy.
Indeed it is perhaps her wonderfully and distinctively self-contained and independent poetic spirit that is the thing I like best about this Lucy in the Sky.
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