MARILYN BOWERING [8923]

Marilyn Bowering (nacida el 13 de abril 1949) es una poeta canadiense, novelista y dramaturga. Nació en Winnipeg, Manitoba, se crió en Victoria, Columbia Británica, y actualmente vive en Sooke, British Columbia. Bowering Marilyn está casada y tiene una hija.

NOVELAS:

The Visitors Have All Returned - 1979

To All Appearances a Lady - 1989

Visible Worlds - 1997

Cat’s Pilgrimage - 2004

What It Takes to Be Human - 2007

POESÍA.

The Liberation of Newfoundland - 1973

One Who Became Lost - 1976

The Killing Room - 1977

The Book of Glass- 1978

Sleeping With Lambs - 1980

Giving Back Diamonds - 1982

The Sunday Before Winter - 1984

Grandfather was a Soldier - 1987

Anyone Can See I Love You - 1987

Calling All the World - 1989

Love As It Is - 1993

Autobiography - 1996

Human Bodies: Collected Poems 1987-1999 - 1999

The Alchemy of Happiness - 2003

Green - 2007

OTROS:

Many Voices, An anthology of contemporary Canadian Indian Poetry, co-edited with D. Day. - 1977

TEATRO:

Anyone Can See I Love You - 1988

Hajimari-No-Hajimari, four myths of the Pacific Rim - 1986

Temple of the Stars - 1996

El almanaque de la señorita Sueños de oro

Me recuesto sobre terciopelo rojo,

mi cuerpo es un arco de alabastro,

la cabeza echada hacia atrás, pelo

rubio como un torbellino,

labios y pezones rojos,

muslos perfectos reduciéndose

a pies perfectos.

Fue como imaginé

verme. Podía sentir

a los hombres deseando tocarme

a través de la lente:

¡qué no abrirían

por mí!

Todas las manos

Que no podían tocar.

Me recosté  satisfecha.

Por primera vez en meses

dormí.

Los artistas dijeron simetría perfecta.

Me recosté desnuda sobre terciopelo rojo,

y por un momento el mundo que deseaba

comenzó,

y el otro se detuvo.

Claudia Lucotti, traducción.

Poetry from a Novel in Progress:

In this place, small as the beginning of Time

Where my mind walks through flowers

On its own and with gravity

Walks with the roundness of oranges and lemons

As it measures its steps

Walks fearfully

Walks and sings anyway

I’d like to sleep as if I were still a girl

With nothing on my mind but arrivals

*

Everything had to be born

Even heaven and earth

Before there was water

There was nothing

And once there was water

The slime of the earth

Began to slip and slide

Yahweh and his Beloved

Joined, and blew the breath

Of soul into the clay-made human

And soon, even in the garden

Made for the Created One

Even among the trees and birds

And at the junction of rivers

That brought news of gold

And lapis lazuli from far places—vast

Material blessings—

Profound loneliness prevailed… even

After such remarkable beauty

Then the woman already existing

Stepped aside from the man

So they could look at each other

And be happy

*

Then they slept together

Man and woman, tight as thieves

And the woman conceived

What pleasure they took

In their bodies--they were young

As the world, the night drank them down

‘Til dawn, and all day long

They were love-making, always

They scarcely supped or

Touched ground

The children worked

Neither seen nor heard

One boy, Cain, tilled the soil

The other, Abel, watched flocks: the stars pressed

At his soul, he took flight: Cain, lonely as grass

Wrenched at stones; his back hurt

His hands ached, the damp

Flayed his joints: wash, cook, plant, harvest—

Oi vey!

Abel sang, played flute, slept warm between sheep

Cold cold was Cain, his sadness a blight: it rained

It snowed without respite

It was right to give thanks

Yet one boy grew straight, the other bent

One hardly slept, the other dreamt

Yahweh preferred blood

To the labour for bread

He thrived on it – hurt Cain’s heart

Who was envious and harnessed

They were in the field, these boys

One cheerful, one jealous

It wasn’t fair, it was hard

To bear and not care

And Cain did

And brought hatred, murder and death

To the world

As Yahweh had willed it

*

Sleepless sailors

Aim for streets

Their feet drag water

From other worlds

Others arrive and leave

But these navigators can only begin

Like an unfinished play

Under the sun of imagined seas

Are those who live in houses

And watch from balconies

*

In a dark wood

Trees surround you, but

Their branches fill with birds

A wing; an iridescent eye

Such fire as the Phoenix brings

The woods grizzle with rain

Light drains, and is cold

You are song, although you’ve lost

Your singing

Be your ears, until your voice takes hold

And you can view

Blue wings, a flash of gold

Everything is made

Put your tongue out to the rain

And claim.

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Marilyn Bowering

Poemas y Dibujos

Exhibición en España. Dibujos Mercedes Carbonell