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Ellen Deckwitz
NEAR THE EDGE
But he wanted it so badly so I kissed himand the sea foam was already fringing his ankles with lace,
the kind you use to make net curtains.
He sank below the waves. Beads of air
strung themselves together,
I stayed waiting on the beach for a long time.
My back was itching – I thought
that must be my wings coming through.
© Translation: 2021,
BIJ DE RAND
BIJ DE RAND
Maar hij wilde het zo graag dus ik kuste hemen het zeeschuim vormde al op zijn enkels kant,
het soort waarvan vitrage wordt gemaakt.
Hij zakte onder de golven. Luchtkralen
snoerden zich aan elkaar vast,
ik bleef nog heel lang wachten op het strand.
Mijn rug jeukte, ik dacht
nu komen vast mijn vleugels door.
© 2021, Ellen Deckwitz
From: De steen vreest mij
Publisher: Nijgh & van Ditmar,,
From: De steen vreest mij
Publisher: Nijgh & van Ditmar,,
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NEAR THE EDGE
But he wanted it so badly so I kissed himand the sea foam was already fringing his ankles with lace,
the kind you use to make net curtains.
He sank below the waves. Beads of air
strung themselves together,
I stayed waiting on the beach for a long time.
My back was itching – I thought
that must be my wings coming through.
© 2021, Ellen Deckwitz
From: De steen vreest mij
From: De steen vreest mij
NEAR THE EDGE
But he wanted it so badly so I kissed himand the sea foam was already fringing his ankles with lace,
the kind you use to make net curtains.
He sank below the waves. Beads of air
strung themselves together,
I stayed waiting on the beach for a long time.
My back was itching – I thought
that must be my wings coming through.
© 2021,
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