Poem
Remco Campert
THEATER
I take youbackstage
where the actors pinch ass
play cards
read stockmarket quotes
stare at the dust
do yoga
cough behind their hands
where they’re between two lives
do not fulfill a single rule
and yet are in their place
On that spot
between coming on and exit
showing off and showering
we too belong
Bodies about to budge
mouths open to speak
but not yet . . .
© Translation: 2002, Scott Rollins
THEATRE
THEATRE
Ik neem je meeachter het toneel
waar de spelers kontknijpen
kaarten
beursberichten lezen
in het stof staren
yoga doen
hoesten achter hun hand
waar ze tussen twee levens staan
geen enkele rol vervullen
en toch op hun plaats zijn.
Op die plek
tussen opkomen en afschminken
tussen dollen en douchen
horen ook wij thuis.
Lichamen klaar om te verroeren
monden open om te spreken
maar nog niet…
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Poems
Poems of Remco Campert
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THEATER
I take youbackstage
where the actors pinch ass
play cards
read stockmarket quotes
stare at the dust
do yoga
cough behind their hands
where they’re between two lives
do not fulfill a single rule
and yet are in their place
On that spot
between coming on and exit
showing off and showering
we too belong
Bodies about to budge
mouths open to speak
but not yet . . .
© 2002, Scott Rollins
From: Dichter
From: Dichter
THEATER
I take youbackstage
where the actors pinch ass
play cards
read stockmarket quotes
stare at the dust
do yoga
cough behind their hands
where they’re between two lives
do not fulfill a single rule
and yet are in their place
On that spot
between coming on and exit
showing off and showering
we too belong
Bodies about to budge
mouths open to speak
but not yet . . .
© 2002, Scott Rollins
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