Poem
Erik Lindner
Witnesses at the threshold
1. Birds tilt at millsailsno longer whirling
barking by the houseboats
chains drag through the gravel
cartwheeling like clockwork
high in the sky
rainwater in a pool
on the lorry roof
the light of the swaying lantern
over the row of doorbells
the gallery round the tower
its guardrail slanting outward
a river sinking away
into a marshy field.
2. A plastic bag slides off a branch
and floats down onto the market
where a girl is crouching to brush her hair
the key-fob clenched in her mouth
the teeth of the key pricking her chin
on the stage bouquets in a pail
two legs together, one
raised higher than the other
the black bird in the field
beside a tall dark tussock of grass
a shepherd resting his chin on his stick
as the flock dreams around him.
3. Horses teaching their foals to run
the horse trotting the foal cantering
the horse walking the foal trotting
past the tape in front of the fence
into the corner of the paddock
a dragonfly hovering over the water
rain splashes up from the paving
the garden hose chicanes through the grass
a bird hops onto the edge of a garden tub
above the bricks laid out in arcs
sunlight traces a line down the corridor
and casts a windowpane onto the wall
the sprinkler sprays across a treetrunk
the mower snags against its cable.
4. Witnesses at the threshold we are
the candle burning in broad daylight
the orange under the bulge in the window
the sorcerer's apprentice holds out a hand
for his bride, the motionless cape, chandelier,
the green dagging on her sleeves
faithful as the dog guarding them
the brush on the chairback
the broom against the seat
we are witnesses at the threshold
no-one can hear them
and yet it somehow still gets through.
Getuigen op de drempel
Getuigen op de drempel
1. Klap van de molenvogels in de wieken
geblaf bij de woonboten
kettingen slepen door het grint
een regelmatige radslag
hoog in de lucht
regenwater staat op het dak
van de vrachtwagen
het licht van de zwaaiende lampion
over het bellenbord
de overhellende balustrade
aan de rand van het plateau
een rivier die uitmondt
in een drassig veld.
2. Een plastic zak schuift van een boomtak
en daalt op de markt waar een meisje
hurkend het haar borstelt
de sleutelhanger in de mond houdt
de baard van de sleutel prikt haar kin
op het podium boeketten in een emmer
twee benen naast elkaar, de een
meer opgetrokken dan de ander
de zwarte vogel op het grasveld
naast een pol lange donkere sprieten
een herder leunt met zijn kin op zijn stok
terwijl de kudde om hem heen dromt.
3. Paarden die hun veulens leren rennen
het paard in draf het veulen in galop
het paard stapvoets het veulen in draf
langs de band voor het hek
de hoek van de wei in
de libelle die boven het water hangt
regen spat op van de tegels
de tuinslag maakt een bocht in het gras
een vogel hipt op de rand van de bloembak
over de in bogen gelegde stenen
zonlicht trekt een streep door de gang
en werpt een ruit op de muur
de sproeier spuit over een boomstam
de grasmaaier stuit op zijn snoer.
4. Getuigen op de drempel we zijn
de kaars die brandt bij klaarlichte dag
de sinaasappel onder de bolling in het raam
de tovenaarsleerling houdt voor zijn bruid
een hand op, de stille cape, kroonluchter
de groene sleep aan de mouwranden
trouw als de hond die op hen past
de kwast aan de rugleuning
de bezem tegen de stoel
getuigen zijn we op de drempel
niemand die hen hoort
en toch komt het altijd ergens aan.
From: Acedia
Publisher: De Bezige Bij, Amsterdam
Publisher: De Bezige Bij, Amsterdam
Poems
Poems of Erik Lindner
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Witnesses at the threshold
1. Birds tilt at millsailsno longer whirling
barking by the houseboats
chains drag through the gravel
cartwheeling like clockwork
high in the sky
rainwater in a pool
on the lorry roof
the light of the swaying lantern
over the row of doorbells
the gallery round the tower
its guardrail slanting outward
a river sinking away
into a marshy field.
2. A plastic bag slides off a branch
and floats down onto the market
where a girl is crouching to brush her hair
the key-fob clenched in her mouth
the teeth of the key pricking her chin
on the stage bouquets in a pail
two legs together, one
raised higher than the other
the black bird in the field
beside a tall dark tussock of grass
a shepherd resting his chin on his stick
as the flock dreams around him.
3. Horses teaching their foals to run
the horse trotting the foal cantering
the horse walking the foal trotting
past the tape in front of the fence
into the corner of the paddock
a dragonfly hovering over the water
rain splashes up from the paving
the garden hose chicanes through the grass
a bird hops onto the edge of a garden tub
above the bricks laid out in arcs
sunlight traces a line down the corridor
and casts a windowpane onto the wall
the sprinkler sprays across a treetrunk
the mower snags against its cable.
4. Witnesses at the threshold we are
the candle burning in broad daylight
the orange under the bulge in the window
the sorcerer's apprentice holds out a hand
for his bride, the motionless cape, chandelier,
the green dagging on her sleeves
faithful as the dog guarding them
the brush on the chairback
the broom against the seat
we are witnesses at the threshold
no-one can hear them
and yet it somehow still gets through.
From: Acedia
Witnesses at the threshold
1. Birds tilt at millsailsno longer whirling
barking by the houseboats
chains drag through the gravel
cartwheeling like clockwork
high in the sky
rainwater in a pool
on the lorry roof
the light of the swaying lantern
over the row of doorbells
the gallery round the tower
its guardrail slanting outward
a river sinking away
into a marshy field.
2. A plastic bag slides off a branch
and floats down onto the market
where a girl is crouching to brush her hair
the key-fob clenched in her mouth
the teeth of the key pricking her chin
on the stage bouquets in a pail
two legs together, one
raised higher than the other
the black bird in the field
beside a tall dark tussock of grass
a shepherd resting his chin on his stick
as the flock dreams around him.
3. Horses teaching their foals to run
the horse trotting the foal cantering
the horse walking the foal trotting
past the tape in front of the fence
into the corner of the paddock
a dragonfly hovering over the water
rain splashes up from the paving
the garden hose chicanes through the grass
a bird hops onto the edge of a garden tub
above the bricks laid out in arcs
sunlight traces a line down the corridor
and casts a windowpane onto the wall
the sprinkler sprays across a treetrunk
the mower snags against its cable.
4. Witnesses at the threshold we are
the candle burning in broad daylight
the orange under the bulge in the window
the sorcerer's apprentice holds out a hand
for his bride, the motionless cape, chandelier,
the green dagging on her sleeves
faithful as the dog guarding them
the brush on the chairback
the broom against the seat
we are witnesses at the threshold
no-one can hear them
and yet it somehow still gets through.
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