PROSPECTS

A house and high-walled garden occupy

nearly all of the old Lifeboat Station’s yard.

All that remains of its shed and the ramp

down into the inlet are the stumps

of the wooden supports set in concrete blocks –

both wood and concrete are ragged, wrecked, sea-worn.

 

On what litte remains of the yard

are two benches in recycled plastic

with small, faux-brass plaques – practical

and altruistic memento mori.

Behind them is the garden wall, hidden now

completely by a dense bank of hebe,

that has grown from the garden over the wall.

 

In decline as farmland is subdued,

there is a small flock of starlings in the hebe,

grazing on the insects the plant attracts.

I remember the swirling clouds of

constellations across fields and hedgerows,

and in the natureless centres of cities.

The congregation in the hebe, which has

been chattering with exultation,

goes quiet for no apparent reason,

and then suddenly begins again –

like a multitude of whisperings.

 

Like all prospects the view from here is

ambivalent: gone, like the lifeboats,

are sea baths, hotel, fishing village –

somewhere once worthy of sepia postcards –

replaced by converted cottages,

and new build all the way to the coastal road

and above along the low line of hills –

ex-pats and holiday lets. In the inlet

below, a boy on a paddle board signals

to imagined comrades. Eastwards is the sea,

today merely murmuring, violet where clouds pass –

in the depths porpoise and dolphin dive.

 

FOUND IN TRANSLATION: ‘KRISTIN LAVRANSDATTER’ – MARY CLARK

This section of the website is to celebrate and, if needed, promote works of prose and poetry, famous or obscure, translated into English – https://davidselzer.com/2025/04/found-in-translation-introduction-david-selzer/. I would very much like readers to contact me about works translated into English which have particular significance for them and which they would like featured on the site. I shall also be commissioning posts about particular works and/or writers.

Mary Clark’s piece is the second in the series.

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‘KRISTIN LAVRANSDATTER’ is a trilogy of novels by Sigrid Undset set in Norway in the 1300s – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sigrid_Undset. ‘THE BRIDAL WREATH’, ‘THE MISTRESS OF HUSABY’, and ‘THE CROSS’ tell the story of a woman from childhood to death.

When it was first published in the 1920s, women’s rights were at the forefront. For decades this hefty trilogy has been passed down in my family, and I suspect quite a few others, from mother to daughter. Generations have rediscovered the book as evidenced through online review pages. In a way it has become a rite of passage.

Kristin Lavransdatter struggles within the constraints of religion and feudalism. The three novels also bring the reader into her interior life. She experiences guilt, anger, hatred and love, all tangled up with Christian teachings. Norway’s stark landscape and Medieval culture interlace the story.

She lives in a small community where her father is well-respected. Her mother is often filled with worry or dread while her father is the opposite. Kristin spends a great deal of time with her father. She lives a largely unsupervised life, playing with other children from the nearby farms and village. One playmate, Arne, becomes her best friend.

When Kristin’s younger sister suffers a terrible accident which leaves her partially paralyzed. Kristin remembers that a priest told her families send the disabled to the convents but expect the healthy girls to become wives and mothers. She ponders their different fates. She even wonders if she were to go to the convent instead of her sister, would her sister stay on the farm and get well?

Kristin’s father arranges her marriage to Simon, a young man who will inherit an estate. When Simon visits the family, Kristin finds him acceptable. Meanwhile, Arne comes of age, is sent to court, and asks her to meet him on his last day in the village. They meet in a secluded place where he professes his love. She tells him she wishes things were different but she cannot go against her father. Arne rides away as evening falls.

Kristin starts toward home. On the way she is confronted by a man, Priestson, who is drunk and tries to assault her. She fights him off and runs to the nearest home for safety. She tells the woman who helps her what happened, who unfortunately is Priestson’s mother.

Months later, news reaches her that Arne is dead. She accompanies her father to Arne’s family home, where to her shock, Arne’s mother accuses her of being the cause of her son’s death. It turns out Priestson had sat next to Arne at a dinner and told him he had met Kristin on the road that night she said goodbye to Arne and Kristin had not refused his advances, implying that they had sex. When Arne confronts him, Priestson stabs him.

This story lands like a blow on Kristin and her father. They learn the village has been gossiping about Kristin for some time. Her fiancé, Simon, is present and takes control. He faces down the crowd and carries Kristin back home. But she soon resents the way he treats her as his property, and her parents’ deference to him as well.

She will be sent to a convent to keep her safe until she marries Simon. There she will learn a more structured life. A nun tells her she should ask God for help in dire situations. She had not done that when she was attacked, in fact, it didn’t occur to her. She tries to be more pious.

One day she, another novice, and a chaperone walk to the local town. An attack by a wild man or beast sends the inhabitants scrambling for the hills. Kristin and the other girl are lost, wandering until they come to a farm where men are feasting at a table. They ask the men for help and two men agree to guide them back to the convent. Kristin eventually realizes they are going in the wrong direction. Just as the men start to rob and assault them, Kristin prays for help. She hears voices on the road. A group of horsemen come to the girls’ rescue. The leader of the group, dark and sober, is Erlend Nikulaussön.

Back at the convent, Kristin and the other girl are told for penance they must stay in the church until midnight. She thinks of having prayed for help and help arrived. She has a spiritual experience which is described this way:

She saw the world as in a vision; a great dark room whereinto fell a sunbeam; the motes were dancing in and out between the darkness and the light, and she felt that now she had at last slipped into the sunbeam—

At the edge of this glow, outside it, hovers Erlend.

She had no knowledge she had thought much of him that evening, but the whole time the thoughts of his dark, narrow face and his quiet voice had hung somewhere in the dusk outside the glow of light that enfolded her spirit.

With these episodes Undset provides the framework for Kristin’s story: the structured, pious life versus the natural, free flowing one; the carnal juxtaposed with the spiritual; political and social pressures versus one’s own needs and perception of reality; and the conscious versus subconscious workings of our minds.

Erlend is a wild-spirited man (some readers connect him with the pagan Mountain King). They are drawn together: both he and Kristin are passionate and strong-willed characters. Erlend is involved with another man’s wife, a woman who tries to poison Kristin but then drinks the poison herself. The ensuing moral dilemma: people will think they forced the woman to drink the poison in order to marry. Another moral challenge: Kristin asks her betrothed, Simon, to free her from their arranged marriage, suggesting that he tell people it was his idea.

She and Erlend marry and have eight children. He becomes involved in the country’s politics, often away from home, leaving Kristin to manage the farm and care for their children. Erlend becomes a sheriff and acquires some wealth and influence. When Erlend is accused of treason and in danger of prison or worse, she thinks of who she can ask for help and finds not many friends remain. Simon, who still has feelings for her, saves Erlend from torture and death. Her father’s influence with the king helps as well: Lavrans opposes torture (not done in Norway) and taxing peasants to pay for war.

At one point, she lashes out at Erlend and he withdraws to live on a remote estate. Then there is grief over the death of a child. The tensions between them raise the issues of selfishness and forgiveness.

In her moments of reflection, she learns how she has missed signals and overt gestures from those around her, for example, her insensitivity to Arne when he took his final leave of her, Simon’s continuing infatuation, and her husband’s moods. Critical thinking helps her dismiss superstition and coercive religious values.

Excerpt:

She knew not herself what had taken her, to leave the house in this wise, at dead of night. She came to stand by the stone—set her foot in a notch in it. Her belly shrank, her body grew cold and numb with fear—but cross herself she would not. Then she crept up and sat her down upon the stone.

From here one saw far and wide around—away over the ugly grey-stone mountains in the moonlight. … She was chilled through bone and marrow—terror and cold pressed in upon her from all sides. But she sat on defiant.

She would not go down and lay herself in the black darkness by her husband’s warm, slumbering body. For her there was no sleep that night, she knew—

Here is the full text of Kristin’s reflections on her marriage:

Erlend dies in a misadventure, speared in the chest. He refuses the ceremonies of the Catholic priests, accepting himself as a sinner and leaving his salvation up to God alone. Kristin needs the rituals to help absorb her losses, the cultural ways that people have used to make that transition, and which we have mainly lost in modern society.

After her younger son’s marriage (also a complicated affair), she retires to a convent. She saves a child from murder, ensures an abandoned corpse is properly buried, and cares for the sick. She becomes ill with the plague and dies.

Her experiences are universal, but the story is told from her point of view as a woman. Family responsibility, pregnancy and childbirth, errant husbands, society’s view of women, caring for the sick, injured in war and the dying, all are set in the midst of romantic and political intrigues.

She grapples with the questions of free will, how much and often can we forgive, and how can we find redemption without reliance on meaningless gestures or causes? And each one of us is inextricably linked to our times, with our actions having impacts on other people and our societies.

 

 

©Mary Clark 2025

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Notes: 1. Mary Clark’s own work has been featured in the website’s OTHER PEOPLE’S FLOWERS – https://davidselzer.com/2021/10/other-peoples-flowers-mary-clark-writer/.

2. A new translation of the trilogy in English was published by Penguin in 2022.

 

THE SILENCE OF THE MOON

For Gerald Kelly

 

In 1918 W.B. Yeats published

a set of metaphysical essays

on the nature of being and art:

PER AMICA SILENTIA DE LUNAE.

The first sentence of one of the essays

reads as follows: ‘We make out of the quarrel

with others, rhetoric, but of

the quarrel with ourselves, poetry’.

 

***

 

The school I attended had been founded

by Henry VIII – or, rather, his fixer,

Thomas Cromwell – from some of the riches

acquired through the Reformation of the Church

and the Dissolution of the Monasteries.

Such schools were focussed on the training of clerks,

and their medium of instruction was Latin.

 

Some centuries later the Latin set text

we studied was Book II of Virgil’s AENEID,

in which the Greeks emerge from the wooden horse

to ravage the sleeping city of Troy

‘per amica silentia de lunae’,

in the friendly silence of the moon.

 

***

 

Despite the title the essays make no mention

of the ten-year siege of Troy or its fall.

Perhaps the title was to please his patroness,

Lady Gregory, another with

mystical leanings – for, like her, Yeats

believed in the divinity of the moon.

 

The Prologue to the essays was written

in May 1917. Yeats writes

of walking with a friend the summer before

in Calvados, Normandy, and how

the ideas in the essays were forming then.

Curious that a poet who could write

about ‘the foul rag and bone shop of the heart’

makes no mention in prose of the young men

dead and dying on the Western Front

a couple of hundred miles away.

‘…out of our quarrels…’

 

 

DO NO HARM

Dr Hassam Idris Abu Safiya,

paediatrician and neonatologist,

Director of Kamal Adnan Hospital,

Beit Lahia, Gaza, was kidnapped.

 

He was summoned by loud hailer. Someone –

a colleague perhaps – photographed him,

in his white coat, walking carefully

and decisively through rubble

towards an IDF Merkava tank.

 

Since then he has been imprisoned without charge;

savagely beaten; malnourished; denied

medication; and a change of clothes.

 

***

 

Will history judge these times as a

categorically defining moment?

The dichotomy, disjunction seems clear:

are you for humanity or hatred?

There are those who care, and those who do not;

those who try do something, anything,

to make a difference; and those who

trim, lie, exult. The Talmud tells us –

and the Koran echoes the sentiment –

‘Who saves one life saves all’.

 

 

ONE WEEK IN JUNE: FOUR PHOTOGRAPHS

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News agency photographs are frequently,

by chance, unacknowledged legislators.

 

In the first – singly or in family groups,

some on foot, others in donkey carts –

displaced people are travelling north

along the shoreline. To their right, our left,

is a bombed-out multi-storey apartment block.

Beyond, seawards, are what might be tents.

In the far distance are the tall white chimneys

of the coal-fired power station in Ashkelon.

 

In the second photograph five children

are playing on the beach building sand castles –

two young boys, two young girls, and an older girl.

Behind them, perhaps fifty yards away,

is the Al-Baqa Internet Café.

 

The third is taken from the Israeli side

of the border fence – two rows of razor wire.

Beyond them are hectares of building rubble.

 

In the foreground of the fourth, two young men

are carrying humanitarian aid –

one in a wheelbarrow, the other

in his arms – from a UN centre

in Bureij refugee camp, which was

established in 1949.

 

Since the photographs were taken – not quite

two months ago – a 500 lb bomb

has been dropped on the cybercafé,

and ninety two children have been starved to death.

 

 

IF I FORGET THEE

Some time between March 1942

and June 1943 a farmer –

working a field beside the railway

from Kracow to the extermination camp

at Belzec – finds a manuscript. He guesses

that it has been thrown from one of the trains,

and, knowing who would be travelling

in the cattle trucks, guesses that the language

the manuscript is written in is Hebrew.

 

There is a covering note in Polish:

‘Pious soul, this is a man’s life’s work.

Give into good hands’. He keeps it hidden

until the war is over. In June

1945 he travels to Warsaw, through the chaos,

thinking that if there were any Jews left

in Poland they would be there – and he might

find the good hands the stranger asked for.

 

One of the few buildings still intact

in the city is Hotel Polonia,

where the British Embassy is based.

The farmer waits in the busy foyer.

Eventually he sees two young men

who look Jewish, and approaches them.

 

One of the men – Rafael Scharf – is a sergeant

in the British Army’s Intelligence Corps.

He was in Norway interviewing

German POWs when he learned

that his mother is still alive in Krakow.

He is blagging his way across Northern Europe

in a jeep to rescue her and has stopped

at the Embassy for more petrol coupons.

The other young man is an old school friend,

returned from Palestine to search for

any surviving family members.

 

‘You are Jews?’ the farmer asks in Polish.

‘Indeed we are!’ reply the two young men.

He gives them the manuscript, pages

in fading ink from an exercise book.

They instantly recognise the writing.

It is their Hebrew teacher’s, Ben-zion

Rappaport: much respected, admired, loved.

 

The book – its English title ‘Nature

and Spirit’- is a collection of

essays: Rappaport’s views on Hegel, Kant,

Schopenhauer, scientific method, ethics,

and religion. His two ex-students

in time find a publisher in Israel.

 

Scharf told the story: ‘The pity, horror

and the irony of it all’. Though he was,

like so many exiles, a remembrancer,

he did not mention the farmer’s name.