A letter from my grandfather to his mother, France1918.
Aujourd'hui j'ai vu l'aube dis donc
un anneau de feu emplissait le ciel
les jaunes poussaient les rouges
pourpres vers le gris
la lumière du soleil se battait
mais les nuages refusaient de se rendre
Aujourd'hui j'ai vu les corbeaux voler
vers le nord
les vents du sud les portaient
sur les berges j'ai écouté sans succès
Silence des grues
Aujourd'hui j'ai vu des canards dis donc
Couleur cannelle, derrière les roseaux
les abattis des castors gisaient sur les rives
la digue rompue, forcée par l'homme
Aujourd'hui j'ai vu la première fleur
ouverte alors que le soleil se glissait à
travers le gris
le jaune poussait à travers les feuilles
sèches et brunes
avant que le soleil se couche
Aujourd'hui j'ai vu le crépuscule dis donc
l'est rose se glissait à travers le gris
le vent tombé, l'obscurité tout autour
les hiboux hululant appellent
la nuit à la vie
Paris, France, 2013.
Notre Dame. Paris, France 2013.
Crow near the Louvre. Paris, France, 2013.
Ducks near the Louvre. Paris, France, 2013.
The Beaver. Book of Beasts, circa 1230 CE
Yellow flower. Paris, France, 2013.
Dusk. Paris, France, 2013
Night Owls. Book of Beasts, circa 1230 CE
Anne, somewhere in France, February, 2017, graciously offered to translate the poem I wrote for the "Saturday in a Life" post into French. She did a beautiful translation that Marina used in her translating class at UNM. She had her students translate the French back to English and then compare it to the original. I asked Anne if there was anything she wanted me to say about her in this post she wrote: "when I was young, I wanted to be a translator or an interpreter. I was and I'm very found of literature and above all, English literature: that's why, when I first read your poem, so perfect in its simplicity (and matching so well with your pictures), it pleased me so much that I wanted to translate it."
I thought about what photos I wanted to use for "Another Saturday in a Life". The beavers had built a new dam on the clear ditch, but a week later the Conservancy had not torn it out yet and the cinnamon ducks had moved on. Jerri dropped by this afternoon and told us she was getting reading for a trip to Provence, France. We were showing her photos of the villages we visited in Provence in 2013, and I got the idea to see what I had from Paris in 2013 and use photos from Paris to illustrate the poem. Since there are no beavers in Paris that I know of, and I didn't happen to photograph any owls, either, I photographed the pages on the beaver and the night owls from my facsimile of the Book of Beasts, circa 1230 CE.