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Poem

Maria Barnas

IDEALS

I turn over women who accept their body
as 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.

Idealen

Idealen

Ik sla vrouwen om die hun lichaam willen accepteren
zoals 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.
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IDEALS

I turn over women who accept their body
as 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.

IDEALS

I turn over women who accept their body
as 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.
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Gemeente Rotterdam
Nederlands Letterenfonds
Stichting Van Beuningen Peterich-fonds
Prins Bernhard cultuurfonds
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