Amanda Sewell, born 1945, has already begun as a child to write. She continued her education at the universities of Birmingham and East Anglia and taught English in Paris, Sydney and Brighton. She is married and has one son. 2001 saw her first book of poems The Appropriate Country (Waterloo Press, Brighton), which was already published in various magazines such as London Magazine, The Listener, Twentieth Century Poetry Nineties, Quadrant and Eratica. The time of their work covers more than 30 years. Alan Ross, Stevie Smith, George MacBeth and encouraged them to write.
Valentina Codevilla
northern Alaska
Today the sky is white as snow.
The sun rises: red as Bac n 'Pieces
in the Arctic Coastal Trading Store on the corner of
Ankovah street where
frozen ocean, solid as Pompeii, as crème de menthe green
is:
shiver framework without end and limits.
Black as bullets, caricatured snow figures,
like Batman is this frozen Gotham,
in the tundra is snow-like ice sheet
as Johurt the polar bear with Johanesbeeraugen,
accumulate under the Gothic Arken of Bowhead
Wal-jaw-bone, from Hunger died, reigns everywhere
gigantic, more optimistic spirit unvermesslich; terrible.
Aurora weaves colorful
curtains in the sky. Browerville
's bracelet shines in the stars. Laikas in their dog-sled tours
barking all night - to calm drifts
down the road. Tipped over, a Chevy
rest rely in the snow:
taking upon himself the burden of the impacts of the Arctic wind.
Translated by Tatiana Cherezova
northern Alaska
Today the sky is white as snow
The sun is rising: red as Bac n 'Pieces
In the Arctic Coastal Trading Store on the corner of
Ankovah Street , where the frozen ocean
, such as Pompeii resistant
a painting of green crème de menthe is:
a frozen surface, repeated several times.
Black as bullets, imaginary snow machines,
Batman Gotham
outside those frozen in the wilderness, with its ice rink, as
buttermilchige and black-eyed polar bear
collection under the Gothic vaults of Bowhead: umgerahmt
jaw bones of starving whales,
huge, mythical ghosts: huge, immense.
bind the lights in the north
colored curtains in the sky. Browervilles bracelet
lighted up at the stars. Huskies bark in their kennels
subdued all night by Snowden-
on the road. upturned
lies in the snow an abandoned Chevy:
Fighting against the arctic wind.
Translated by Valentina Codevilla
northern Alaska
Today the sky is white as snow.
the Sun is rising: red as Bac green n 'Pieces
in Arcitica Coastal Trading Store
at the corner of Ankovah Street where
the frozen ocean, sound such as Pompeii,
a painting such as crème de menthe:
a still image, again and again repeated.
Black as bullets, cartoons Snowmobiles,
Batman out of this frozen Gotham,
up on the tundra, with its skating rink, ice cream,
like buttermilk-Polar Bears with currant eyes
gather under the Gothic arches of the Bowhead
Walkieferknochen: emaciated , framed,
gigantic mythical spirits: immense, inhuman.
The northern lights weave colorful curtains
in den Himmel. Brownerville ist ein
durch Sterne erleuchteter Armreif. Huskies in ihren Hundehütten
bellen die ganze Nacht – gedämpft durch Schneeverwehungen
die Strasse hinab, nach oben gewandt, liegt ein Chevy
verlassen im Schnee:
er schultert die Hiebe des arktischen Windes.
Übersetzt von Judith Königer
Nordalaska
Der Himmel ist heute weißer als Schnee.
Die Sonne geht auf: rot wie Schinkenstücke
im Laden für Waren der arktischen Küste.
An der Ecke der Ankovah Street, dort wo
die gefrorene See liegt, hart und ewig wie Pompeji,
ist ein Gemälde, grün wie Crème de menthe:
a still image, frozen in countless variety.
Black as a projectile, the gross subscribed snowmobile
Batman storms out of the frozen Schilda
on the tundra and ice,
while buttermilchige polar bears with brombeerigen eyes
under the Gothic arched jaw arches
gather the bowhead whale: starved framed
giant spirits of the myth, powerful, scary. It
weave the colorful Northern Lights
canopies in the sky. Browerville is a bracelet
radiated from the starlight. Huskies in the kennel
barking all night, muffled by snow drifts along
der Straße. Darunten liegt ein Chevy
verlassen im Schnee.
Auf sich nimmt er die Böen des arktischen Windes.
Übersetzt von Isabella Wiegand
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