That being said, this new book â€” featuring 18 Lorca poems and 26 Neruda poems translated by Asheville-based poet Caleb Beissert â€” is welcome because it possesses an admirable unity of theme and mood, and that unity is reflected in the bookâ€™s title, which is Beautiful.
Indeed, the Lorca and Neruda poems selected for translation by Beissert â€” and the resulting translations of those poems â€” are all, in one way or another, beautiful. The book does not employ that sadly overused word superficially or sentimentally; rather, Beissert is interested in better understanding the true nature of beauty, and this quest constitutes the bookâ€™s underlying motivation â€” to understand and celebrate the beautiful game of poetry as practiced by two masters whose works took shape within the Spanish language yet which have universal meaning.
Beissertâ€™s book, though somewhat slim at 80 pages, has large, noble intentions, which is forecast in the bookâ€™s profound epigraph from Albert Camus: â€śBeauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should stretch out over the whole of time.â€ť
Even though they grew up in disparate sections of the Spanish-speaking world (Lorca in Spain, Neruda in Chile) and though their poetry was markedly different (as Beissert explains in his introduction), the two poets knew one another and were near contemporaries (Neruda, of course, lived 35 years longer, given the execution of Lorca by Francisco Francoâ€™s army during the Spanish Civil War); both poets in their poetry celebrated their nation (Lorca in fact spoke primarily for a region in Spain, Andalucia) and both were heavily influenced by literary modernism. Beissert succeeds in this grafting of two separate canons because he understands these poets, their worldviews, and their stylistic intentions.
The 44 original poems by Lorca and Neruda included in Beautiful (some of the poems being well known in the U.S. through previous translations by various translators, other poems being overlooked gems from those poetsâ€™ canons) bear the extraordinary philosophical heft and stylistic grace long associated with these two poets. Generally speaking, Beissertâ€™s translations embody the spirit of the original poems without being bound by the constraints of literal translation. (Potential readers should note that, while the book does not provide the Spanish-language texts of the 44 poems, Beissertâ€™s translations are faithful to the originals.)
Beautiful includes a lucid, reflective introductory essay in which Beissert conveys his thoughts about the process and practice of translating poems. Longtime readers of modern world poetry who discover this book will already know something about Lorca and Neruda, yet those relatively unfamiliar with the two poets might yearn for more biographical information and historical context than is provided therein. Both poets led fascinating lives, and yet the book does not direct people excited by these poems to other informational sources offering additional perspectives about the poets (it wouldnâ€™t have detracted from its aesthetic integrity, for example, had the book included a short bibliography mentioning, for instance, such publications as Ian Gibsonâ€™s acclaimed biography of Lorca and Adam Feinsteinâ€™s useful biography of Neruda).
Yet, by showcasing resonant images of oriental visual art on its front and back covers, Beautiful takes a different stance: it is a book less interested in exploring Lorca and Neruda as Spanish-language poets who worked in specific cultural contexts than it is interested in appreciating Lorca and Neruda as individual poets who were infinitely complex as singular visionaries.
And what of the translations? Beissert captures their mystery (Lorcaâ€™s poems, particularly), their majesty (Nerudaâ€™s, especially), and their grace (found in the work of both poets, certainly). As an example, here is Beissertâ€™s evocative rendering of Lorcaâ€™s poem â€śThe Six Stringsâ€ť (â€śLas seis cuerdasâ€ť):
cries out to dreams.
The sobs of the lost
escape from its round
And like a tarantula
it weaves a great star
to catch sighs,
floating in their black
cistern of wood.
Is there a better poem anywhere that evokes the magical and metaphorical powers of the guitar? Well, I know of a poem that at least equals â€śLas seis cuerdasâ€ť in paying homage to the instrument that Beethoven referred to as â€śan orchestra unto itself:â€ť a poem entitled â€śLa guitarra,â€ť also by Lorca. I hope someday to read an English-language rendering of that poem in some future collection showcasing more of Beissertâ€™s sensitive, memorable translations.