Allan JohnstonAllan Johnston a reçu de nombreuses distinctions honorifiques pour son oeuvre poétique. Il enseigne la littérature anglaise et l'écriture au Oakton Community College, à l'Université DePaul, et au Columbia College.
1. Onion Valley
The pinnacles of the sierra
lift up from here
to a sky
now graying with sunlight
and purple near
where water runs
down cliff sides
alpenglow orange upon stone
in the measure of everything
light holds pinnacles motionless
fading
the crag over us
like the home of some
unearthly goat
light
everywhere alive
like the water
of Robinson Creek
running down a mountain
how can one help but be alive
how can one help but be moving toward dying
2. Object
a green lake in the scree
of granite above the glacier cut cliff
rounds like a punch bowl
a cirque, then lifts
to crags
on the water's surface
wind silently moves
the green breaks with flecks of light
these irreversible patterns :
the bow shape of wind swimming
across the lake continued in light
reflection the moving fragmentation
of water's surface
near Kearsarge Pass
eleven thousand feet
in the air
3. green, gray, white, blue, brown
down the valley, silhouhetted pines :
not up yet, the sun's light grows
smoky orange yellow wash and white line
only Venus remains
of the field of stars spread over us
I sit behind the quaking aspens
witnessing everything
part of the spectrum
4. In camp
a butane camp lantern
flickers in the wind
forms a center
of night
a fire
and a sense
of warmth
beyond what is watching
if anything
has eyes for us"that which sees is truly seen"
the knower of its own seeing
or animal eyes
flash like yellow, paired stars
5. Dream
You wake once at night and say
"Look! a bowl of stars!" Then
later, your glasses on
you see there is only Venus
refracted
in your uncorrected
eyesightand yet
protectress
Venus bowls us
over every
timesun's guard
lucifer
shepherd's star
names legion
light one6. Range of light
<>
At some point everything falls away
into light: perhaps coming into
the pass, or when there is no place
higher to go without ascending
into the air.
Light then occupies
everything: you, your lover, rocks, ice
the sky, the trees that ripple below
the point where life no longer is needed.
Rocks, ice, and sky are always enough
in the cycles of time that pivot
here. This is the source of forests :
this range of light forever ascending.
Allan Johnston, Weber Studies, Spring 2000 ; 17(3)
Références :
- LitLine - Allan Johnston : http://www.litline.org/IWD/html/johnston.html
- Poets & Writers Directory - Allan Johnston : https://www.pw.org/directory/writers/allan_johnston
- Poetry Foundation - Allan Johnston : https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/allan-johnston
- Allan Johnston - Six poems : https://www.best-poems.net/allan_johnston/index.html
Oeuvres poétiques :
- Tasks of Survival : Poems 1970-1990 (1996)
| Poésie | Page d'accueil | Bibliographie | Glossaire | Hyperliens |
© 2020 Mario Tessier - Tous droits réservés.
Adresse URL : https://noxoculi.neocities.org/johnston.html