Underström

by Sujata Bhatt, Birgitta Wallin (Urval, Översättare)

Den indiskfödda poeten Sujata Bhatt debuterade 1988 och behandlar i sitt viktiga och vittberesta författarskap teman som minnen, språk, hem och exil. Bhatt är en känslostark, sinnlig och filosofisk författare, en bro mellan språk och kultursfärer, som här för första gången presenteras med en egen bok på svenska.

Genres: Poetry

48 pages, Paperback

First published November 24, 2016

About the author

Sujata Bhatt was born in Ahmedabad, India. She grew up in Pune (India) and in the United States. She received her MFA from the Writers’ Workshop at the University of Iowa. To date, she has published six collections of poetry with Carcanet Press. She received the Commonwealth Poetry Prize (Asia) and the Alice Hunt Bartlett Award for her first collection, Brunizem (1988). Subsequent collections include Monkey Shadows (PBS recommendation, 1991), The Stinking Rose (shortlisted for the Forward Poetry Prize, 1995), Point No Point (1997), Augatora (PBS Recommendation, 2000), and A Colour for Solitude (2002). She received a Cholmondeley Award in 1991 and the Italian Tratti Poetry Prize in 2000. She has translated Gujarati poetry into English for the Penguin Anthology of Contemporary Indian Women’s Poetry, and has translated poems by Gunter Grass and Gunter Kunert. Her translations from the German include Mickle Makes Muckle: poems, mini plays and short prose by Michael Augustin (Dedalus Press, 2007). She has been a Lansdowne Visiting Writer at the University of Victoria, in British Columbia, a Visiting Fellow at Dickinson College in Pennsylvania, and more recently was Poet-in-Residence at the Poetry Archive in London. Her work has been widely anthologised, broadcast on radio and television, and has been translated into more than twenty languages. Currently, Sujata Bhatt lives in Germany with her husband and daughter.

Reviews

[Lena]

Fyra på morgonen och det är redan ljust-

Idag visar sig solen först som en vit ros,
en vit ros skiftande i silver och blått.

Än dröjer det innan jag får se något rosa eller gult.

Fönstren öppna hela natten-

Mina drömmar vill få mig
att tro att de är sanna.

...

(Från dikten En annan musa ur Poppies in translation, 2015)