NABANEETA DEV SEN [16.235] Poeta de India

Nabaneeta Dev Sen

Nabaneeta Dev Sen nació en Calcuta, India el 13 de enero 1938.

Poeta, novelista, gran viajera, Nabanita Debsen forma parte de la generación de poetas bengalíes que se afianzó en los años sesenta en torno a Sunil y a Shakti. Es profesora de lenguas modernas y una de las fundadoras de los estudios de literatura comparada en la universidad de Jadavpur de Calcuta. Nabanita fue mujer del célebre economista Amartya Sen, condecorado con el Premio Nobel. Por su parte, Dabanita recibió el prestigioso premio Sahitya Akademi por su obra completa. 

Entre sus obras principales: 

Publicaciones en Bengalí 

Jara Hatke ebong Ananya . Vikalp, 2000; Short stories

Baranda . Kolkata : Vikalp Prakasani, 2000. Short stories.

Ghulghuli . Kolkata : Camp, 2000. Autobiographical reminiscences

Buddhi Bechara Saodagar . Kalikata : Anjali Prakasani, 1999. Children's stories.

Thikana . Kolkata : Dey's Publishing, 1999. Novel.

Icchamati . Kolkata : Ananda Publishers, 1999. Children's stories, illustrated by Satyajit Ray.

Deshantar , Mitra-Ghosh, Kolkata (1997).

Palashpurer Picnic , Dey's Publishing, (1997). Children's stories.

Galpasamagra . Kolkata : Dey's Publishing, (1997). Short stories.

Bamabodhmi . Deb Sahitya Kutir, Kolkata (1996). Novel

Naba NeeNirbachita Rachana Sankalan . Kolkata: Mitra o Ghosh Publishers, (1996). A compilation of 2 novels, 2 travel narratives, 1 play, 3 essays, 2 autobiographical reminiscences, 6 short stories, 12 poems, 6 articles of literary criticism.

Sabda pare tapur tupur . Kolkata : Ananda Publishers, 1995. Essays.

Bhalobasa kare koy . Kolkata : Dey's Publishing, 1992. Short stories.

Khagenababura prthibi ebong anyanya . Kolkata : Deja Pabalisim, 1997. Short stories.

Sita Theke Shuru . Ananda, Calcutta 1996.

Medea Ebang , Ananda, Kolkata (1993). Play.

Sheet sahasika hemantaloka . Kolkata : Ananda Publishers, 1397 [1990]. Novel.

Nabanita Debsener sreshtha kabita . Kolkata : Dey's Publishing, (1989). Poems.

Tin Bhubaner Parey , Mitra-Ghosh, Kolkata (1989). Travelogue.

Swabhumi , Ananda, Calcutta, 1984.

Nati Nabaneeta . Kolkata : Ananda, 1983. Autobiographical essays

Truck-Bahoney MacMahoney , Ananda, Kolkata (1981). Travelogue.

Monsieur Hulor Holiday . Kolkata : Karuna Prakasani, 1980. Short stories.

Ami, Anupama . Isana, Kolkata. (1978). A novel.

Isvarera pratidvandvi ebong anyanya prabandha . Bengali literature--History and criticism. Karuna Prakasani, Kolkata, 1978.

Karuna Tomar Kon Path Diye , Karuna Prakasani, Kolkata (1978). Travelogue.

Publicaciones en Inglés

Counterpoints: Essays in Comparative Literature , Prajna, Calcutta. 1985.

Ya no necesito 

Ya no necesito agua ni tierra. 

Me quedan el azul, el fuego, el viento. 

¡Qué sean borrados, los senos, los riñones, los caballos, las miradas! 

Borradas las sonrisas y las lágrimas. 

Que tu tierra y tu agua desaparezcan. 

Siempre me quedará mi cielo. 

¿Acaso he pedido demasiado? 

¿Acaso he pedido demasiado? 

Deseaba tu mirada, y nada más. 

Ni el alba ni la noche, ni siquiera medianoche. 

Ni hogar ni servicio diario ni recuerdos ni proyectos 

sólo la nada de un instante, borrado un instante más tarde. 

Sólo eso -¿acaso he 

pedido demasiado?

Jungle story

my exile is over, mother,

no more living in the jungle for me

come, mother, underneath this matted beard

feel the familiar cheeks of your child

open up your breasts, mother, and watch how

the seven streams of milk

gush towards my parched tongue

look at these feet, mother, the tiny feet

where your golden bells had jingled

look at this arm upon which you had tied your talisman

when I was born

now look at this chest where you had planted

the sapling of a heart

in a soft green stretch of sun

in the hidden mesh of this dark jungle, impenetrable,

has grown a hungry tree…

with toothy leaves and sharp claws and fierce flowers

it chews on other hearts

a fine flesh-eater

my time in the jungle is over, mother,

now the jungle lives in me.

Memories of a floral clock

standing still by the nameless road

I hear the violence of rain

beating on the panes

going dark

switching off the engine is not switching off memory

your eyes

the floral clock

survive the rain

and your tongue

the unseen pendulum

keeps ticking away

deep inside me

telling time

under the soil

Fourteen

fourteen sticks to my hair like a blob of chewing gum

adolescence in my palms

moonwax trickling over my brow

sum total: zero

dream upon dream

sum total: zero

like adding dew to the wind…

this green mantle

inside my eyes filling my eyes covering my eyes

spread out on the dust

this green mantle

step on it for a moment

won't you

should I call it love

should I call it longing

inside my head these dark forests

in my heart these sixty miles of empty highway

desolate

jamming my jaws, rocks

choking my throat, sand dunes

roaring inside my head, cascades

within my eyes filling my eyes overflowing my eyes

the moon

stars at my fingertips

adolescence in my palms

five rivers gushing out between the fingers of my clenched fist

the tears of the teens melt into the air

unfree