Contemporary Canadian Art: Marina Egorova
Below – “Tulips in Striped Vase”; “First Date”; “Austria”; “Matryoshka Dolls”;“Ballet Swan Lake”; “Two Graces at Turkish Bath.”
by Constantine P. Cavafy
translated by Edmund Keeley
As you set out for Ithaka
hope your road is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.
angry Poseidon—don’t be afraid of them:
you’ll never find things like that on your way
as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,
as long as a rare excitement
stirs your spirit and your body.
wild Poseidon—you won’t encounter them
unless you bring them along inside your soul,
unless your soul sets them up in front of you.
Hope your road is a long one.
May there be many summer mornings when,
with what pleasure, what joy,
you enter harbors you’re seeing for the first time;
may you stop at Phoenician trading stations
to buy fine things,
mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
sensual perfume of every kind—
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
and may you visit many Egyptian cities
to learn and go on learning from their scholars.
Keep Ithaka always in your mind.
Arriving there is what you’re destined for.
But don’t hurry the journey at all.
Better if it lasts for years,
so you’re old by the time you reach the island,
wealthy with all you’ve gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaka to make you rich.
Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey.
Without her you wouldn’t have set out.
She has nothing left to give you now.
And if you find her poor, Ithaka won’t have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
you’ll have understood by then what these Ithakas mean.
Below – Kim Kazandı: “Ithaca at Last” (collage)
Below – “In Calm Waters #2”; “In Full Bloom – Yellow Ranunculus #3”; “In Full Bloom – Peony #2”; “Reality Returns”; “Color Oasis.”
[What is most beautiful about each season?] “In spring it is the dawn that is most beautiful. As the light creeps over the hills, their outlines are dyed a faint red and wisps of purplish cloud trail over them.”
Below – Isabelle Schenckbecher-Quint: “At dawn”
Below – “glide”; “still”; “rainbow mountain”; “moon dance”; “as the heart grows fonder”; “forgotten friends.”
“Notes From a Nonexistent Himalayan Expedition”
by Wislawa Szymborska
So these are the Himalayas.
Mountains racing to the moon.
The moment of their start recorded
on the startling, ripped canvas of the sky.
Holes punched in a desert of clouds.
Thrust into nothing.
Echo–a white mute.
Yeti, down there we’ve got Wednesday,
bread and alphabets.
Two times two is four.
Roses are red there,
and violets are blue.
Yeti, crime is not all
we’re up to down there.
Yeti, not every sentence there
We’ve inherited hope–
the gift of forgetting.
You’ll see how we give
birth among the ruins.
Yeti, we’ve got Shakespeare there.
Yeti, we play solitaire
and violin. At nightfall,
we turn lights on, Yeti.
Up here it’s neither moon nor earth.
Oh Yeti, semi-moonman,
turn back think again!
I called this to the Yeti
inside four walls of avalanche,
stomping my feet for warmth
on the everlasting
Below – Artem Korenuk: “Bhagiratri valley” (photograph)