Poem
Maria Barnas
IDEALS
I turn over women who accept their bodyas it is and I tear out suggestions
for a valley orgasm that can save relationships.
Do I want to save my relationships?
They no longer count calories and embrace curves.
Facing them is a slender body
living on linseed that swims in ocean water.
Others wearing colonial colours hunt
a wild beast under the shade of palm trees
off the page. It starts to growl in me.
I read that Poetry dwells behind the mountains
which must also be somewhere.
This way a landscape is outlined
I see a figure entering it.
It wanders past brooks and bridges
like an eye misled by a painted landscape.
I might well be that shape looking
for love in the form of a body.
This way I am driven.
© Translation: 2018, Donald Gardner
From: Nachtboot
Publisher: Van Oorschot, Amsterdam, 2018
From: Nachtboot
Publisher: Van Oorschot, Amsterdam, 2018
Idealen
Idealen
Ik sla vrouwen om die hun lichaam willen accepterenzoals het is en scheur adviezen uit
over een vallei-orgasme dat relaties kan redden.
Wil ik mijn relaties redden?
Ze tellen geen calorieën meer en omarmen ronde vormen.
Aangrenzend zwemt een rank lichaam
dat leeft van lijnzaad in oceaanwater.
Anderen in koloniale tinten jagen
onder de schaduw van palmen op een wild beest
buiten beeld. Het begint in mij te grommen.
Ik lees dat Poëzie zich ophoudt achter de bergen
die ook ergens moeten zijn.
Zo tekent zich een landschap af.
Ik zie daar een figuur in gaan.
Het begint te dwalen langs beken en bruggen
als een oog misleid door een geschilderd landschap.
Ik zal wel die gestalte zijn die liefde zoekt
in de vorm van een lichaam.
Zo word ik gedreven.
© 2018, Maria Barnas
From: Nachtboot
Publisher: Van Oorschot, Amsterdam
From: Nachtboot
Publisher: Van Oorschot, Amsterdam
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IDEALS
I turn over women who accept their bodyas it is and I tear out suggestions
for a valley orgasm that can save relationships.
Do I want to save my relationships?
They no longer count calories and embrace curves.
Facing them is a slender body
living on linseed that swims in ocean water.
Others wearing colonial colours hunt
a wild beast under the shade of palm trees
off the page. It starts to growl in me.
I read that Poetry dwells behind the mountains
which must also be somewhere.
This way a landscape is outlined
I see a figure entering it.
It wanders past brooks and bridges
like an eye misled by a painted landscape.
I might well be that shape looking
for love in the form of a body.
This way I am driven.
© 2018, Donald Gardner
From: Nachtboot
Publisher: 2018, Van Oorschot, Amsterdam
From: Nachtboot
Publisher: 2018, Van Oorschot, Amsterdam
IDEALS
I turn over women who accept their bodyas it is and I tear out suggestions
for a valley orgasm that can save relationships.
Do I want to save my relationships?
They no longer count calories and embrace curves.
Facing them is a slender body
living on linseed that swims in ocean water.
Others wearing colonial colours hunt
a wild beast under the shade of palm trees
off the page. It starts to growl in me.
I read that Poetry dwells behind the mountains
which must also be somewhere.
This way a landscape is outlined
I see a figure entering it.
It wanders past brooks and bridges
like an eye misled by a painted landscape.
I might well be that shape looking
for love in the form of a body.
This way I am driven.
© 2018, Donald Gardner
From: Nachtboot
Publisher: 2018, Van Oorschot, Amsterdam
From: Nachtboot
Publisher: 2018, Van Oorschot, Amsterdam
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