Gillian Clarke (Royaume-Uni/ Pays de Galles) |
La Poésie en ce temps Qui nous sommes Une asbl, pour quoi faire ? L'équipe 31 mars - 2 avril 2017 15-17 avril 2016 24-26 avril 2015 25-27 avril 2014 12-14 avril 2013 20-22 avril 2012 01-03 avril 2011 23-25 avril 2010 24-26 avril 2009 11 mars 2009 18-20 avril 2008 |
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Biographie |
Gillian Clarke, National Poet for Wales since 2008, was born in Cardiff and lives in Ceredigion. Her work is widely studied for GCSE and A Level. She is President of Tŷ Newydd, the Welsh Writers Centre which she co-founded in 1990. She has published ten collections of poems and a book of prose, At the Source. Her latest poetry collection, Ice, was shortlisted for the TS Eliot Award, 2012. In 2010 she was awarded the Queen’s Gold Medal for Poetry. http://www.gillianclarke.co.uk |
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Poème |
Polar Snowlight and sunlight, the lake glacial. Too bright to open my eyes in the dazzle and doze of a distant January afternoon. It’s long ago and the house naps in the plush silence of a house asleep, like absence, I’m dreaming on the white bear’s shoulder, paddling the slow hours, my fingers in his fur. His eyes are glass, each hair a needle of light. He’s pegged by his claws to the floor like a shirt on the line. He is a soul. He is what death is. He is transparency, a loosening floe on the sea. But I want him alive. I want him fierce with belly and breath and growl and beating heart, I want him dangerous, I want to follow him over the snows between the immaculate earth and now, between the silence and the shot that rang over the ice at the top of the globe, when the map of the earth was something we knew by heart, and they had not shot the bear, had not loosed the ice, had not, had not… |
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