This evening, as we end a remarkably warm and sunny November day and prepare for Wednesday's snow and rain, I thought I'd post translator and poet Allyson Lima's "After Mario Bencastro's Algo tiene el otoño."
After Mario Bencastro’s
Algo tiene el otoño
Autumn
leaves tremble
twirl veins in last light
let go sun-saturated off branches
spin on the wind—tease gravity
dazzling language of colors speak
of other goodbyes
loosed in air
Autumn
Landscape goes Van Gogh yellow
Matisse red
Gauguin orange
Chagall’s green
evening sky goes indigo
moonlight spills her silver dreams
over our warring planet
Autumn
sun lifts radiant morning into day
gives life to birds and flowers
says to humans Get up! Go
unearth dreams, plant seeds
Allyson Lima 11-04-2014
Allyson is currently collaborating with noted author Mario Bencastro on a book of translations of his poetry. Her poem above will be included in their book. Next summer she will also present a paper on a Bencastro's fiction at an international conference on Latin American Literature in San Salvador this July.
Discussing her own work, she has stated: "I am interested in the power of visual objects in art and in literature, that when read in relationship, generate new meanings. "
The painting above is Van Gogh's "Falling Autumn Leaves," one of a pair of paintings from 1888.
Let's close with some music to evoke memories of the fall.
I'll start with Miles Davis' version of "Autumn Leaves": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dsp5OASh7bg
The Damian Latin Jazz Project perform "Autumn Leaves" live in New York: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8YJ9TnfqolM
Here is a Latin Jazz version of "Autumn in New York": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qQTz1MwwKNM
I'll finish with Luis Gasca's version of "Calle Doce": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=odQbx3i-mE0
Enjoy!
Dear Allyson,
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed your poem. Wonderful use of imagery to share your thoughts. Best wishes with all your writing endeavors.
Sincerely,
Karen O'Leary
Whispers' Editor
http://whispersinthewind333.blogspot.com/
Not one false note. One senses the imagery that rolls off the words as authentic as being captured in the landscape itself. Autumn is as alive as a deer peering in through the woods looking at us, and we in amazement to see it move and vanquish.
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