Photo credit Rory Mearns
LOUISE WALLACE
Es autora de dos libros de poesía: Since June (2009)” y Enough (2013). Cuenta con una maestría en Escritura Creativa por laVictoria University de Wellington y ha sido antologada en The Best New Zealand Poems (2011) y en Essential New Zealand Poems: facing the empty page (2014). Actualmente es la Robert Burns Fellow de escritura creativa de la Universidad de Otago (Nueva Zelanda).
Quid
¿no sientes siempre
que has estado escribiendo
el mismo poema
todos estos años?
en pie sobre la misma orilla
del río
mirando el mismo
tramo de agua
la misma inclinada rama
todas esas mujeres
en la misma larga fila
pasándote cosas
Hagan una cadena!
es lo que la gente
siempre grita
y aquí estás tú
desesperada
para no defraudarlos.
Traducido por Rogelio Guedea
http://poesianeozelandesa.com/poesia/louise-wallace/quid/
SIGHTINGS
I have seen it – wobbling
in the gaps between trees.
I have seen it eating fruit and roots.
I have seen them fight with their feet.
I would like to make an apron
from its feathers for my wife.
Have you heard of the ngārara?
I have followed it into a cave,
from which it emerged a small goose.
I have dug deep pits by swamp,
covered them with fern and sticks.
I have made a child cry.
I have heated stones it will swallow.
I have made snares from rope, rope from flax.
I have chased one until it tires.
I have built an oven especially for it.
I have sucked fat from the skull.
I have seen the monster, which ran
from me, and I from it.
Some blame the weather, some a great fire.
Some say it was gone before we got here.
I have heard it lived on a mountain.
I have heard its roar, its cry like the low
of a cow, its shriek of single notes.
I have seen the one said to be the last.
I have seen its face, like a man, like a cat.
I have seen cinnamon and chestnut,
a red half-moon below the eyes.
I have seen three by torchlight.
I have seen footprints in the sand and snow,
its three toes, three volumes I have read.
I have found a soft, bleached bone.
I have seen dogs gnawing on those.
I have seen it kill a dog.
I have seen it eat a man.
I can’t remember what I first said,
and also my camera is faulty.
I know what an emu looks like. And an ostrich.
I have seen a red deer.
I have seen a horse.
I have seen a swan.
I have seen a sheep, a beaver, a wallaby.
I have seen Sam’s hand flashing
for another corned beef sandwich,
his arm in brown swanndri, a long lithe neck.
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El Traductor
Rogelio Guedea. (México, 1974)
Traductor y director de la página “Poesía Neozelandesa”
Es licenciado en Derecho por la Universidad de Colima y doctor en Letras por la Universidad de Córdoba (España), con un POST-DOC en Literatura Latinoamericana por la Texas A&M University (USA).Es autor de más de cuarenta libros en ensayo, narrativa, traducción y poesía. En poesía es autor de: Los dolores de la carne (Praxis, 1997), Testimonios de la ausencia (Praxis, 1998), Senos sones y otros huapanguitos (Fondo Editorial Tierra Adentro, 2001), Mientras olvido (Follas Novas, Premio Internacional de Poesía Rosalía de Castro 2001), Ni siquiera el tiempo (Instituto Mexiquense de Cultura, 2002), Colmenar (LunArena2004), Razón de mundo (Instituto de Cultura de Nayarit, Premio Nacional de Poesía Amado Nervo 2004), Fragmento (Instituto Sonorense de Cultura, Premio Nacional de Poesía Sonora 2005), Borrador (Cedma, 2007), Corrección (Praxis, 2007), Kora (Rialp Ediciones, Premio Adonáis de Poesía 2008), Exilio. Poemas 2001-2010 (Rilke Ediciones, 2010), Campo minado (Aldus, 2012) y Si no te hubieras ido/If only you hadn’t gone (Cold Hub Press, 2014). Actualmente es columnista de los medios mexicanos Sinembargo y La Jornada Semanal.
Más sobre Rogelio Guedea en www.rogelioguedea.com
Correo electrónico: rguedea@hotmail.com