Poem
Anna Enquist
BEGINNING
There was nothing to name, timeheld its tongue. A dancing foaming
above dull thuds. The dark
hollow that neither lacked nor longed
became home to a boundless
being that grew, blind,
to the beat of my heart.
It was her. Wordless and free
to receive the soothing rhythm.
She listened to the rustling throb,
and heard, tucked up against it,
the hasty tick of her beginning.
© Translation: 2013, David Colmer
BEGIN
BEGIN
Er viel niets te noemen, tijdhield zich stil. Het danste en bruiste
boven dof bonken. De donkere
holte zonder gebrek of verlangen
werd een huis voor een grenzeloos
wezen dat groeide, blind,
op de maat van mijn hartslag.
Zij was het. Woordeloos kon ze
het wiegende ritme ontvangen.
Ze luisterde naar dat kloppende
ruisen en hoorde daartegen
het haastige tikken van haar begin.
© 2013, Anna Enquist
From: Een kooi van klank
Publisher: Stichting CPNB & Poetry International, Amsterdam
From: Een kooi van klank
Publisher: Stichting CPNB & Poetry International, Amsterdam
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BEGINNING
There was nothing to name, timeheld its tongue. A dancing foaming
above dull thuds. The dark
hollow that neither lacked nor longed
became home to a boundless
being that grew, blind,
to the beat of my heart.
It was her. Wordless and free
to receive the soothing rhythm.
She listened to the rustling throb,
and heard, tucked up against it,
the hasty tick of her beginning.
© 2013, David Colmer
From: Een kooi van klank
From: Een kooi van klank
BEGINNING
There was nothing to name, timeheld its tongue. A dancing foaming
above dull thuds. The dark
hollow that neither lacked nor longed
became home to a boundless
being that grew, blind,
to the beat of my heart.
It was her. Wordless and free
to receive the soothing rhythm.
She listened to the rustling throb,
and heard, tucked up against it,
the hasty tick of her beginning.
© 2013, David Colmer
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