Poem
Thomas Möhlmann
Lullaby
Every day taps turn on and off, doors openand close with a comparable movement
ripples bob to and from the hull
there are people who are awake
and ready to go into town, while for others
it is already past their bedtime
but even when we sleep the days are a refuge
for those who breathe and the nights
rub gentle balsam on the skin
of everyone who’s lying in the dark
in mercy, in the pale glow
of the heavy and orange-sweet sky
completely misplaced absolute
faith, I think you are beautiful and yet
ripples, children, cities, desires
disappear every day, for some people
it is already time, for some people
it is always time for bed.
Slaaplied
Slaaplied
Er gaan dagelijks kranen, deuren openen dicht met een vergelijkbare beweging
er schommelen kleine golven van
en naar de romp, er zijn mensen op
en klaar om de stad in te gaan
en mensen voor wie het bedtijd is
maar ook als we slapen bieden de dagen
onderdak aan wie ademhaalt en de nachten
wrijven zacht hun balsem op de huid
van iedereen die ligt, in het donker
in genade, in het zwakke schijnsel
de lucht zwaar en zoet van sinaasappels
het volkomen misplaatste volkomen
vertrouwen, ik vind je mooi en toch
verdwijnen er elke dag golven, kinderen,
steden, verlangens, zijn er altijd mensen
voor wie het bedtijd, mensen
voor wie het altijd bedtijd is.
From: Waar we wonen
Publisher: Prometheus, Amsterdam
Publisher: Prometheus, Amsterdam
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Lullaby
Every day taps turn on and off, doors openand close with a comparable movement
ripples bob to and from the hull
there are people who are awake
and ready to go into town, while for others
it is already past their bedtime
but even when we sleep the days are a refuge
for those who breathe and the nights
rub gentle balsam on the skin
of everyone who’s lying in the dark
in mercy, in the pale glow
of the heavy and orange-sweet sky
completely misplaced absolute
faith, I think you are beautiful and yet
ripples, children, cities, desires
disappear every day, for some people
it is already time, for some people
it is always time for bed.
From: Waar we wonen
Lullaby
Every day taps turn on and off, doors openand close with a comparable movement
ripples bob to and from the hull
there are people who are awake
and ready to go into town, while for others
it is already past their bedtime
but even when we sleep the days are a refuge
for those who breathe and the nights
rub gentle balsam on the skin
of everyone who’s lying in the dark
in mercy, in the pale glow
of the heavy and orange-sweet sky
completely misplaced absolute
faith, I think you are beautiful and yet
ripples, children, cities, desires
disappear every day, for some people
it is already time, for some people
it is always time for bed.
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