Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Inuit Poem - I Remember the White Bear.

I remember the white bear,
With its back-body raised high;
It thought it was the only male here,
And came towards me at full speed.
     Unaya, unaya.

Again and again it threw me down,
But it did not lie over me,
But quickly went from me again.
It had not thought
Of meeting other males here,
And by the edge of an ice floe
It lay down calmly.
     Unaya, unaya.

I shall never forget the great blubber-beast;
On the firm ice I had already flayed it,
When the neighbors with whom I shared the
     land here
Had just woken.
It was as if I had just gone to its breathing hole
     out there.
     Unaya, unaya.

There as I came across it,
And as I stood over it, it heard me,
Without scratching at the ice,
At the under edge of the firm ice to which it
     had hooked itself,
Truly it was a cunning beast–
Just as I felt sorry that I had not caught it,
     Unaya, unaya,

I caught it fast with my harpoon head,
Before it had even drawn breath!


photo 2009:gb 

Sunday, September 16, 2012

The Twilight Turns - James Joyce


The twilight turns from amethyst
To deep and deeper blue,
The lamp fills with a pale green glow
The trees of the avenue.

The old piano plays an air,
Sedate and slow and gay;
She bends upon the yellow keys,
Her head inclines this way.

Shy thought and grave wide eyes and hands
That wander as they list -- -
The twilight turns to darker blue
With lights of amethyst.

James Joyce (1882-1941)

photo: gb