Poem
L.F. Rosen
Lung Functions
If I could study somethingI’d like to specialise
in the lung, in the ultimate
knowledge of this mightily pulsating
chest coral, with its fiery skirts
like a flamenco dancer’s.
No more inviting organ
than this, on whose fringes the heart –
shyest of all cave fauna –
takes refuge.
So noble is its character
that it relishes equally
heady tobacco
and deadly oxygen.
And coats its internal walls
with the skin of the world
to familiarise us
with the cellar dust
and flakes of skin
of our fellows.
© Translation: 2009, Paul Vincent
Longfuncties
Longfuncties
Mocht ik iets kunnen leren,zou ik mij willen specialiseren
in de longen, in de ultieme
kennis van dit machtig pulserend
borstkoraal, met zijn vurige rokken
als van een flamencodanseres.
Geen uitnodigender orgaan
dan dit, in welks zomen het hart –
dat schuwste aller holtedieren –
een schuilplaats vindt.
Zo adellijk is zijn karakter
dat het evenzeer geniet
van de vrolijke tabak
als van de dodelijke zuurstof.
En zijn binnenwanden bekleedt
met de huid van de wereld
om ons vertrouwd te maken
met het kelderstof
en de huidschilfers
van onze naasten.
© 2008, L.F. Rosen
From: Droomvlees
Publisher: Wagner & Van Santen, Sliedrecht
From: Droomvlees
Publisher: Wagner & Van Santen, Sliedrecht
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Lung Functions
If I could study somethingI’d like to specialise
in the lung, in the ultimate
knowledge of this mightily pulsating
chest coral, with its fiery skirts
like a flamenco dancer’s.
No more inviting organ
than this, on whose fringes the heart –
shyest of all cave fauna –
takes refuge.
So noble is its character
that it relishes equally
heady tobacco
and deadly oxygen.
And coats its internal walls
with the skin of the world
to familiarise us
with the cellar dust
and flakes of skin
of our fellows.
© 2009, Paul Vincent
From: Droomvlees
From: Droomvlees
Lung Functions
If I could study somethingI’d like to specialise
in the lung, in the ultimate
knowledge of this mightily pulsating
chest coral, with its fiery skirts
like a flamenco dancer’s.
No more inviting organ
than this, on whose fringes the heart –
shyest of all cave fauna –
takes refuge.
So noble is its character
that it relishes equally
heady tobacco
and deadly oxygen.
And coats its internal walls
with the skin of the world
to familiarise us
with the cellar dust
and flakes of skin
of our fellows.
© 2009, Paul Vincent
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