Poem
Martin Reints
What is there
The grass, the stones, the groundyour hips, your shoulders, your neck
the mist
and then:
the blowing to and fro, the wearing down
the spiral movements in the universe
the wisp-shaped clouds of starlings
what are they looking for?
give thoughts a long rein
and listen, and talk.
© Translation: 2011, John Irons
Wat er is
Wat er is
Het gras, de stenen, de grondje heupen, je schouders, je nek
de mist
en dan:
het waaien, de slijtage
de spiraalbewegingen in het heelal
en de sliertvormige wolken spreeuwen
waar zoeken ze naar?
de gedachten de loop laten
en luisteren, en praten.
© 2005, Martin Reints
From: Ballade van de winstwaarschuwing
Publisher: De Bezige Bij, Amsterdam
From: Ballade van de winstwaarschuwing
Publisher: De Bezige Bij, Amsterdam
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What is there
The grass, the stones, the groundyour hips, your shoulders, your neck
the mist
and then:
the blowing to and fro, the wearing down
the spiral movements in the universe
the wisp-shaped clouds of starlings
what are they looking for?
give thoughts a long rein
and listen, and talk.
© 2011, John Irons
From: Ballade van de winstwaarschuwing
From: Ballade van de winstwaarschuwing
What is there
The grass, the stones, the groundyour hips, your shoulders, your neck
the mist
and then:
the blowing to and fro, the wearing down
the spiral movements in the universe
the wisp-shaped clouds of starlings
what are they looking for?
give thoughts a long rein
and listen, and talk.
© 2011, John Irons
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