I am Goya by Andrey Voznesensky
by Steven McCabe
I am Goya
of the bare field, by the enemy’s beak gouged
till the craters of my eyes gape
I am grief
I am the tongue
of war, the embers of cities
on the snows of the year 1941
I am hunger
I am the gullet
of a woman hanged whose body like a bell
tolled over a blank square
I am Goya
O grapes of wrath!
I have hurled westward
the ashes of the uninvited guest!
and hammered stars into the unforgetting sky – like nails
I am Goya
Translated by Stanley Kunitz
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marvelous images steve – great work.
Thank you William. Your thoughts are much appreciated. Glad you were able to travel from the land of music to spend time with the images.
Truly superb Steven – I am following you so why don’t I ever get notifications of your posts?
Hi John, Thank you very much for your artistic opinion. As for the email notifications, I don’t really know the answer. Is there possibly a mysterious button floating around my page that’s elusive?
I will look again…
Beautiful images within images. I love your interpretations. I try to do the same with my photographs and in doing so, the process has me reading more poetry! I look forward to seeing more of your work.
Thank you soonie2. I appreciate your comment. Best wishes with your project.
It’s true. One can find in poetry endless amounts of inspiration.