There was no book of the forest, no book of the sea, but these are the places people died.
Handwriting occurred on waves, on leaves, the scripts of smoke, a sign on a bridge along the Mahaweli River.
A gradual acceptance of this new language.” Nine sentiments “ (...) I hold you the way astronomers draw constellations for each other in the markets of wisdom
placing shells on a dark blanket saying "these are the heavens"
"Англійського пацієнта" люблю давно, а оце нарешті добралася ще й до віршів Ондаатьє - його автобіографічного відкриття вже не рідноі Шрі Ланки. Сподобалося: близькість політичних репресій і святинь забутих цивілізацій, посмішки закопаних біля мертвих Будд і незнайомі мови. Гарно.
Ok...I would actually give it 3 and a half stars, which for poetry isn't really fair. Sometimes episodic in nature, his poems give a picture, a moment. I love the approach, but I wasn't always drawn into the picture or the moment. And, I have to admit, that some just seemed a bit of 'stream of consciousness' with no real meaning attached (or none that was revealed to me.)
I don't mind obscure poetry, in fact I usually revel in it, but this poetry didn't really make me FEEL anything.
I am glad I read it, as I am always glad to read any poetry, but I probably won't return to this one.