{"id":14063,"date":"2020-06-23T17:00:00","date_gmt":"2020-06-23T15:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/?p=14063"},"modified":"2020-06-24T10:07:18","modified_gmt":"2020-06-24T08:07:18","slug":"elizabeth-bishop-fers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/?p=14063","title":{"rendered":"Elizabeth Bishop, <em>Fers<\/em>"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n<big><em>Fers<\/em><\/big><\/p>\n<p>Sawat sa grut as in \u00e2ldmodelsk dollarbiljet,<br \/>\nAmerikaansk of Kanadeesk,<br \/>\nmeast deselde tinten wyt, griisgrien en stielgriis<br \/>\n\u2013 dit skilderijke (in skets foar in grutterenien?)<br \/>\nhat nea yn syn libben jild opbrocht.<br \/>\nNutteleas en frij hat it santich jier sliten<br \/>\nas in beskieden famyljestik<br \/>\ndat trochj\u00fbn waard oan sibben yn de sydline<br \/>\ndy\u2019t der soms nei seagen, of der net nei omseagen.<\/p>\n<p>It moat Nova Scotia w\u00eaze; inkeld d\u00ear<br \/>\nsjogge je fan dy houten gevelhuzen<br \/>\ndy\u2019t skildere binne yn dat freeslike br\u00fan.<br \/>\nDe oare huzen, wat der sichtber fan is, binne wyt.<br \/>\nIpen, lege heuvels, in smelle tsjerketoer<br \/>\n\u2013 dy griisblauwe slanter \u2013 of is it dat wol?<br \/>\nOp \u2019e foargr\u00fbn broekl\u00e2n mei wat lytse kij,<br \/>\ntwa pinsielstreken elk, mar \u00fbnmiskenber kij;<br \/>\ntwa petiterige wite guozzen yn it blauwe wetter,<br \/>\nr\u00eachlings, foerazjearjend, en in skeane st\u00f4k.<br \/>\nTichterby in swanneblom, wyt en giel,<br \/>\nfrissich \u00fat de tube kringele.<br \/>\nDe loft is fris en k\u00e2ld; in k\u00e2lde, iere maitiid,<br \/>\nhelder as griis gl\u00eas; oardel sintimeter<br \/>\nblauwe loft \u00fbnder stielgrize stoarmwolken.<br \/>\n(Dy wienen de skilder syn spesjaliteit.)<br \/>\nIn f\u00fbgel \u2013 in soarte fan spikkel \u2013 fljocht nei lofts.<br \/>\nOf is it in miggepoepke dat op in f\u00fbgel liket?<\/p>\n<p>Hearken, ik ken dit plak, ik wit w\u00ear\u2019t it is!<br \/>\n\u2019t Is achter \u2013 de namme fan de boer falt my hast yn.<br \/>\nSyn skuorre grinze oan dy finne. D\u00ear stiet er,<br \/>\ntitaanwyt, ien likje. De suggestje fan in toer,<br \/>\nfezeltsjes pinsielhier, amper sichtber,<br \/>\ndat moat de presbyteriaanske tsjerke w\u00eaze.<br \/>\nEn is dat faaks it h\u00fbs fan juffer Gillespie?<br \/>\nDy spesifike guozzen en kij<br \/>\nbinne fansels fan foar myn tiid.<\/p>\n<p>In skets makke yn in oerke, \u2018yn ien sike\u2019,<br \/>\nea \u00fat in koffer helle en oerhandige.<br \/>\n<em>Is dit wat foar dy? Ik sil wol nea<br \/>\nplak hawwe en hingje dizze dingen wer op.<br \/>\nDyn omke George, nee, mynt, myn omke George,<br \/>\nhy is dus dyn \u00e2ldomke, liet se allegearre by mem<br \/>\ndoe\u2019t er weromgong nei Ingel\u00e2n.<br \/>\nHy wie hiel ferneamd, moast witte, in RA-lid&#8230;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Ik haw him nea kend. Blykber koenen wy beide<br \/>\ndit plak, dit letterlik lytse binnenwetter,<br \/>\nseagen wy, mei jierren tusken \u00fas, der langern\u00f4ch nei<br \/>\nom it te \u00fbnth\u00e2lden. Nuver. En \u2019t is n\u00f3ch dierber,<br \/>\nof alteast de neitins deroan (it is grif flink feroare).<br \/>\nSyn en myn eachweid foelen gear \u2013 \u2018eachweid\u2019 is<br \/>\nte swier oanset \u2013 \u00fas blikken, twa blikken:<br \/>\nkeunst \u2018nei it libben\u2019 en it libben sels,<br \/>\nlibben en de neitins deroan sa gearparst<br \/>\ndat sy yn elkoar oergongen binne. Wat is wat?<br \/>\nLibben en de neitins deroan f\u00eastlein,<br \/>\ndimd, op in stik bristolkarton,<br \/>\ndimd, mar hoe libben, hoe oandwaanlik<br \/>\nyn detail \u2013 it bytsje dat wy fergees krije,<br \/>\n\u00fas bytsje ierdsk kredyt. Net in soad.<br \/>\nSawat sa grut as \u00fas tah\u00e2ld<br \/>\ntegearre mei harres: de k\u00f4gjende kij,<br \/>\nde swanneblom, kroes en triljend, it wetter<br \/>\ndat stean bleau nei in maitiidsfloed,<br \/>\nde noch te roaien ipen, de guozzen.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><big><em>Poem<\/em><\/big><\/p>\n<p>About the size of an old-style dollar bill,<br \/>\nAmerican or Canadian,<br \/>\nmostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays<br \/>\n\u2014this little painting (a sketch for a larger one?)<br \/>\nhas never earned any money in its life.<br \/>\nUseless and free, it has spent seventy years<br \/>\nas a minor family relic<br \/>\nhanded along collaterally to owners<br \/>\nwho looked at it sometimes, or didn\u2019t bother to.<\/p>\n<p>It must be Nova Scotia; only there<br \/>\ndoes one see gabled wooden houses<br \/>\npainted that awful shade of brown.<br \/>\nThe other houses, the bits that show, are white.<br \/>\nElm trees, low hills, a thin church steeple<br \/>\n\u2014that gray-blue wisp\u2014or is it? In the foreground<br \/>\na water meadow with some tiny cows,<br \/>\ntwo brushstrokes each, but confidently cows;<br \/>\ntwo minuscule white geese in the blue water,<br \/>\nback-to-back, feeding, and a slanting stick.<br \/>\nUp closer, a wild iris, white and yellow,<br \/>\nfresh-squiggled from the tube.<br \/>\nThe air is fresh and cold; cold early spring<br \/>\nclear as gray glass; a half inch of blue sky<br \/>\nbelow the steel-gray storm clouds.<br \/>\n(They were the artist\u2019s specialty.)<br \/>\nA specklike bird is flying to the left.<br \/>\nOr is it a flyspeck looking like a bird?<\/p>\n<p>Heavens, I recognize the place, I know it!<br \/>\nIt\u2019s behind\u2014I can almost remember the farmer\u2019s name.<br \/>\nHis barn backed on that meadow. There it is,<br \/>\ntitanium white, one dab. The hint of steeple,<br \/>\nfilaments of brush-hairs, barely there,<br \/>\nmust be the Presbyterian church.<br \/>\nWould that be Miss Gillespie\u2019s house?<br \/>\nThose particular geese and cows<br \/>\nare naturally before my time.<\/p>\n<p>A sketch done in an hour, \u201cin one breath,\u201d<br \/>\nonce taken from a trunk and handed over.<br \/>\n<em>Would you like this? I\u2019ll probably never<br \/>\nhave room to hang these things again.<br \/>\nYour Uncle George, no, mine, my Uncle George,<br \/>\nhe\u2019d be your great-uncle, left them all with Mother<br \/>\nwhen he went back to England.<br \/>\nYou know, he was quite famous, an R.A. . . .<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I never knew him. We both knew this place,<br \/>\napparently, this literal small backwater,<br \/>\nlooked at it long enough to memorize it,<br \/>\nour years apart. How strange. And it\u2019s still loved,<br \/>\nor its memory is (it must have changed a lot).<br \/>\nOur visions coincided\u2014\u201cvisions\u201d is<br \/>\ntoo serious a word\u2014our looks, two looks:<br \/>\nart \u201ccopying from life\u201d and life itself,<br \/>\nlife and the memory of it so compressed<br \/>\nthey\u2019ve turned into each other. Which is which?<br \/>\nLife and the memory of it cramped,<br \/>\ndim, on a piece of Bristol board,<br \/>\ndim, but how live, how touching in detail<br \/>\n\u2014the little that we get for free,<br \/>\nthe little of our earthly trust. Not much.<br \/>\nAbout the size of our abidance<br \/>\nalong with theirs: the munching cows,<br \/>\nthe iris, crisp and shivering, the water<br \/>\nstill standing from spring freshets,<br \/>\nthe yet-to-be-dismantled elms, the geese.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Ut <em>Geography III<\/em>, 1976. Mei \u2018an R.A.\u2019 wurdt in lid fan de Royal Academy of Arts bedoeld, in eksklusive keunstnersferiening yn Londen. Leden meie de letters <em>RA<\/em> achter harren namme sette.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; Fers Sawat sa grut as in \u00e2ldmodelsk dollarbiljet, Amerikaansk of Kanadeesk, meast deselde tinten wyt, griisgrien en stielgriis \u2013 dit skilderijke (in skets foar in grutterenien?) hat nea yn syn libben jild opbrocht. Nutteleas en frij hat it santich &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/?p=14063\">Fierder l\u00eaze <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[657],"tags":[655],"class_list":["post-14063","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-elizabeth-bishop","tag-elizabeth-bishop"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14063","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=14063"}],"version-history":[{"count":14,"href":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14063\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14081,"href":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14063\/revisions\/14081"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=14063"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=14063"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=14063"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}