Poem
Charles Simic
Fork
Vork
Dit vreemde ding moet rechtstreeksUit de hel zijn gekropen.
Het lijkt op een vogelpoot
Hangend aan de nek van een kannibaal.
Terwijl je hem in je hand houdt,
Terwijl je hem in een stuk vlees steekt,
Kun je je de rest van de vogel voorstellen:
De kop, die net als je vuist
Groot is en kaal, snavelloos en blind.
Fork
This strange thing must have creptRight out of hell.
It resembles a bird’s foot
Worn around the cannibal’s neck.
As you hold it in your hand,
As you stab with it into a piece of meat,
It is possible to imagine the rest of the bird:
Its head which like your fist
Is large, bald, beakless, and blind.
From: Selected Early Poems
Publisher: George Braziller, Inc.,
Publisher: George Braziller, Inc.,
Charles Simic
(United States of America, 1938 - 2023)
In 1985, 1993 and 1997 Charles Simic was a guest at the Poetry International festival in Rotterdam. You can listen to recordings of his poetry made on this occasion.
Links:
Read about Charles Simic on Wikipedia.
Extended biography at Poetry Foundation.
Poems
Poems of Charles Simic
Close
Fork
This strange thing must have creptRight out of hell.
It resembles a bird’s foot
Worn around the cannibal’s neck.
As you hold it in your hand,
As you stab with it into a piece of meat,
It is possible to imagine the rest of the bird:
Its head which like your fist
Is large, bald, beakless, and blind.
From: Selected Early Poems
Fork
Sponsors
Partners
LantarenVenster – Verhalenhuis Belvédère