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Marije Langelaar
City
The city trots through the night on hooveslong reins around buildings whiplashes in the square
from sheer excitement the bells ring
bricks loosen their grip
bikes rattle onto the streets, ovens. Enough.
The city settles on a bank
from all the jingling and chiming the fish awaken
slippery and distraught
© Translation: 2012, Diane Butterman
Stad
Stad
Op hoeven draaft de stad de nacht doorlange teugels om gebouwen zweepslagen op het plein
van opwinding luiden de klokken
bakstenen laten hun greep los
fietsen ratelen de straat op, fornuizen. Genoeg.
De stad strijkt neer bij een oever
door het rinkelen en gongen ontwaken de vissen
glad en radeloos
© 2009, Marije Langelaar
From: De schuur in
Publisher: Arbeiderspers, Amsterdam
From: De schuur in
Publisher: Arbeiderspers, Amsterdam
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City
The city trots through the night on hooveslong reins around buildings whiplashes in the square
from sheer excitement the bells ring
bricks loosen their grip
bikes rattle onto the streets, ovens. Enough.
The city settles on a bank
from all the jingling and chiming the fish awaken
slippery and distraught
© 2012, Diane Butterman
From: De schuur in
From: De schuur in
City
The city trots through the night on hooveslong reins around buildings whiplashes in the square
from sheer excitement the bells ring
bricks loosen their grip
bikes rattle onto the streets, ovens. Enough.
The city settles on a bank
from all the jingling and chiming the fish awaken
slippery and distraught
© 2012, Diane Butterman
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