[New-Poetry] Fwd: Poem-a-Day: Ruth Padel's "Like Giving to a BlindMan Eyes"

David Bircumshaw david.bircumshaw at ntlworld.com
Sun Apr 5 12:41:28 EDT 2009


Dear Anny

I feel guilty for even mentioning the matter, it's only that perspectives at times can differ, geoscribally.

best

dave
(note the domain address, I'm affecting class) 
David Bircumshaw
Website: http://www.staplednapkin.org.uk
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  From: Anny Ballardini 
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  I am sorry David, and I scrolled down to write that "I perfectly love this poem."
  What a mad thing is to know too much, I'd rather give up what I know from behind the scenes just so many times, but then, how can you? You'd be the dummy of them All.
  What an illogically painful disappointment, romantically and springly yours_


  On Sun, Apr 5, 2009 at 10:21 AM, David Bircumshaw <david.bircumshaw at ntlworld.com> wrote:

    Nothing personal, James, as you wouldn't be aware of this, but many of us in Britain feel like looking for the nearest axe when being told yet again about Ruth Padel's ancestry: the marketing blitz (and by poetry's standards it really is that) began about January the 2nd, over and over again the fact, and Ms Padel, keep appearing in the 'serious' media ( places like The Guardian or BBC Radio 3 or 4).
    We mentioned this to a well-established Brit poet we were entertaining the other night and he said 'ah, but how can you blame her? It's her one big chance.'
    Myself, I think it marks the definitive Descent of Padel.

    best

    dave
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           On February 12th, the 200th anniversary of Charles Darwin's birth, the British poet Ruth Padel, his great great grand-daughter, published Darwin: A Life in Poems. Enthusiastically received in the U.K. as an essential life of the great man, the book now appears here, and Padel is visiting our shores, to read at the New York Botanical Gardens this weekend, and New York University in the coming week (links below). Her sparkling poems tell the story: Darwin's early loss of his mother, his precocious collector's instinct and passion for animals, the five-year voyage on the HMS Beagle which set him on his path as a scientist, the tensions and joys of his marriage to his cousin Emma and their rearing of ten children, several of whom did not survive. Hard to reproduce in this email format are the informative marginal notes that run alongside Padel's verses, which supply some basic chronology and factual background for each poem. For example, in the top left margin of the poem reproduced below, we are given the following setup: "January, 1832, St. Jago, Cape Verde Islands. Darwin's first glimpse of tropical vegetation"; and, a bit further down, "One of Darwin 's great inspirations was the work on South America by Alexander von Humboldt, Personal Narrative of Travels to the Equatorial Regions of the New Continent." 


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                    Like Giving to a Blind Man Eyes 
                  He's standing in Elysium. Palm feathers, a green
                      dream of fountain against blue sky. Banana fronds,
                  slack rubber rivulets, a canopy of waterproof tearstain
                      over his head. Pods and racemes of tamarind.
                  Follicle, pinnacle; whorl, bole and thorn. 
                  'I expected a good deal. I had read Humboldt
                      and was afraid of disappointment.'
                  What if he'd stayed at home? 'How utterly vain
                      such fear is, none can tell but those who have seen
                  what I have today.' A small rock off Africa – 
                  alone with his enchantment. So much and so unknown.
                      Like taking a newborn baby in your arms. 'Not only the grace
                  of forms and rich new colours: it's the numberless –
                      & confusing – associations rushing on the mind!'
                  He walks through hot damp air 
                  and tastes it like the breath of earth, like blood.
                      He is possessed by chlorophyll. By the calls of unknown birds.
                  He wades into sea and scares an octopus.=2 0It puffs black hair
                      at him, turns red – as hyacinth – and darts for cover.
                  He sees it watching him. He's discovered 
                  something wonderful! He tests it against coloured card
                      and the sailors laugh. They know that girly blush!
                  He feels a fool – but look, he's touched tropical Volcanic rock
                      for the first time. And Coral on its native stone.
                  'Often at Edinburgh have I gazed at little pools 
                  of water left by tide. From tiny Corals of our shores
                      I pictured larger ones. Little did I know how exquisite,
                  still less expect my hope of seeing them to come true.
                      Never, in my wildest castles of the air, did I imagine this.'
                  Lava must once have streamed on the sea-floor here, 
                  baking shells to white hard rock. Then a subterranean force
                      pushed everything up to make an island.
                  Vegetation he's never seen, and every step a new surprise.
                      'New insects, fluttering about still newer flowers. It has been
                  for me a glorious day, like giving to a blind man eyes.' 
                   


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