Poem
Daljit Nagra
Phallacy
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Hoe vaak zagen je maten maar door over hoe zwaarze geschapen zijn en graaien in hun zak om hoge stralen
te pissen, zwaaien zomaar een arm om een makker
heen terwijl ze tot ze katjelam zijn Stella’s hakken.
Om eerlijk te zijn, ik ben helemaal niet zwaar geschapen
en verberg mijn prinselijke staat dus voor mijn maten,
dit knuppeltje is koning van mijn arme lijf, geen kruis
bulkt mijn broek om een damesblik te laten stranden.
Toch hoop ik dat de jongens zich niet al te lullig voelen
wanneer ik vertel hoe mijn geliefde amper zwakjes –
zie haar verstijven bij het lekker hoor! van stakkers
die haar te lang uitchecken (want ze is zo strak!).
In bed zucht ze vaak ’s nachts: O lief, ik geniet zo
van hoe werelds jij werkt met je subtiele touch.
© Vertaling: 2011, Jan-Willem Anker
Publisher: 2011, First published on PIW,
Publisher: 2011, First published on PIW,
Phallacy
How oft do mates bang on at length aboutthe length they’re hung and grab their crotch to slash
the air then chuck an arm at will around
a chum while necking Stella till they’re lashed.
To tell the truth, I’m really not well hung,
and thus I hide from mates my prince’s state,
this conk is king of my poor frame, no trunks
would lunchbox find to bank a lady’s gaze.
And yet I hope the guys won’t feel too down
when I recount my lover’s hardly wimpish –
watch her stiffen over corrrrrs! from louts
who check her out too long (for she’s that fit!).
In bed, most nights she’ll sigh: O love, I love
the worldly way you work your subtle touch.
© 2011, Daljit Nagra
From: Tippoo Sultan\'s Incredible White-man Eating Tiger-toy Machin
Publisher: First published on PIW,
From: Tippoo Sultan\'s Incredible White-man Eating Tiger-toy Machin
Publisher: First published on PIW,
Daljit Nagra
(United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, 1966)
Born in 1966, to Indian immigrant parents, Daljit Nagra was raised in London, and currently works in a secondary school. Nagra’s award-winning debut Look We Have Coming to Dover! earned immediate and universal applause. The Guardian praised “the ebullience of his word play, which stirs English, Punjabi and Punjabi-accented English into a series of funny and poignant poems that defy easy ca...
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How oft do mates bang on at length aboutthe length they’re hung and grab their crotch to slash
the air then chuck an arm at will around
a chum while necking Stella till they’re lashed.
To tell the truth, I’m really not well hung,
and thus I hide from mates my prince’s state,
this conk is king of my poor frame, no trunks
would lunchbox find to bank a lady’s gaze.
And yet I hope the guys won’t feel too down
when I recount my lover’s hardly wimpish –
watch her stiffen over corrrrrs! from louts
who check her out too long (for she’s that fit!).
In bed, most nights she’ll sigh: O love, I love
the worldly way you work your subtle touch.
From: Tippoo Sultan\'s Incredible White-man Eating Tiger-toy Machin
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