Landscape by Night
Nathan Theodore Fielding
Anne Murphy Littlestone was born in Liverpool in 1969. According to legend, the first thing she heard in this world was the singing of a nightingale by her window, the second thing was a Beatles song on the radio (“Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da”), and the third thing was her own bawling for food. Eventually, having passed through school, measles and college with little regret, she became an English teacher, a writer and occasional poet. She devoted her early work to the teaching of uproarious children, later expanding her instructing abilities to lazy students of all ages. She writes both formally and informally, always erratically, since the age of six. Her young memories recall the readings and forgettings of a few chosen authors, such as William Shakespeare, Walt Whitman, Lucy Maud Montgomery and Jorge Luis Borges. She is single and has no uproarious children. She lives with her cat Blake in a lovely cottage outside London. At present she is in the project of writing her first novel,
The Literary Flight, together with the famous essayist, poet, translator, writer and rascal Mr. Algernon Clarke.
A. M. L. & David Rochester,
Succinct Biographies of Interesting People
Two poems by Anne Murphy Littlestone:
Bewitch Me, Moon
Bewitch me, Moon,
‘Cause I’m tired
Of being a rational fool.
If you bewitch this selfless self,
I’ll serve in your lunatic troop.
If you cast thy spell on me,
I’ll desert the healthy host forever.
Bewitch me, Moon,
Don’t steal away so soon.
Here comes thy golden groom,
Your nightly veil to lift.
People Who Are Loved And People In Love
People in love are silly and strange.
They weep for no reason at all,
And despise chocolate cakes.
People who are loved feel special and smart,
They bear a perpetual grin upon their faces.
“I can’t avoid it,” they claim.
They rejoice in feeding the poor loveless loving fool.
People in love are silly,
They definitely don’t fit.
People who are loved handle the entire world
In both the palms of their hands.
Hechízame, Luna
Hechízame, Luna,
pues estoy harta
de ser una chalada racional.
Si hechizas este yo desinteresado,
serviré en tu lunática tropa.
Si obras en mí tu encantamiento,
abandonaré por siempre la hueste de los sanos.
Hechízame, Luna,
no te marches furtivamente.
Aquí llega tu novio dorado
a levantar tu velo nocturno.
Los amados y los enamorados
Los enamorados son necios y sorprendentes.
Lloran sin razón alguna
y desprecian las tartas de chocolate.
Los amados se sienten especiales y astutos,
llevan siempre en el rostro una sonrisa burlona.
“No lo puedo evitar”, afirman.
Se recrean alimentando al tontito sin amor que ama.
Los enamorados son necios;
definitivamente, no encajan.
Los amados dominan el mundo entero
en las palmas de las manos.
Traducción de niki
