Poem
Arjen Duinker
Glittering passage
Glittering on the other side of fantasy,Disguised as a wooden anchor,
Yesterday drifted through the canal
Outstanding obscurity.
Breathless the street checked its step,
Opposite equally breathless.
Finally the undistinguishable showed itself,
Floating through the canal without secrets.
First we looked warily,
With fear, fear of betrayal,
White lies, consolation, sentiment
That we thought to be symbolic.
But the way that it went, slowly
Through the unreal canal, obscurity.
‘Spectrum of sparks, be welcome!’
Briefly we thought ourselves pure.
Then the bridge was raised.
Panic broke our hearts.
Whispers, stammering, disbelief,
Cries of loathing, dismay.
In vain. Superior to the character
Of the crowd the glittering slid by,
Truly without being obscure,
To the other side of the bridge.
We vaguely saw a glow, memory
That faded slowly in the distance.
O formidable obscurity! Grumbling
And cursing we retreated once more into nature.
© Translation: 2002, Willem Groenewegen
From: The Sublime Song of a Maybe
Publisher: Arc Publications, Todmorden, 2002
From: The Sublime Song of a Maybe
Publisher: Arc Publications, Todmorden, 2002
Glinstering op doortocht
Glinstering op doortocht
Glinstering aan gene zijde van de fantasie,Vermomd als houten anker,
Gisteren dreef door het kanaal
Uitnemende onduidelijkheid.
Ademloos hield de straat zijn pas in,
Even ademloos de overkant.
Eindelijk toonde zich het niet te onderscheidene,
Drijvend door het kanaal zonder geheimen.
Eerst keken wij wantrouwend,
Met vrees, vrees voor bedrog,
Leugentjes om bestwil, troost, sentiment
Dat wij beschouwden als symbool.
Maar zoals ze daar ging, traag
Door het irreële kanaal, onduidelijkheid.
‘Spectrum van vonken, wees welkom!’
Even waanden wij ons zuiver.
Toen ging de brug open.
Paniek brak onze harten.
Gefluister, stamelen, ongeloof,
Kreten van walging, ontsteltenis.
Vergeefs. Superieur aan het karakter
Van de menigte gleed de glinstering,
Waarachtig zonder obscuur te zijn,
Naar gene zijde van de brug.
Wij zagen nog vaag een gloed, herinnering
Die langzaam doofde in de verte.
O formidabele onduidelijkheid! Morrend
En vloekend trokken wij ons weer terug in de natuur.
© 1994, Arjen Duinker
From: De gevelreiniger en anderen
Publisher: J.M. Meulenhoff bv, Amsterdam
From: De gevelreiniger en anderen
Publisher: J.M. Meulenhoff bv, Amsterdam
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Glittering passage
Glittering on the other side of fantasy,Disguised as a wooden anchor,
Yesterday drifted through the canal
Outstanding obscurity.
Breathless the street checked its step,
Opposite equally breathless.
Finally the undistinguishable showed itself,
Floating through the canal without secrets.
First we looked warily,
With fear, fear of betrayal,
White lies, consolation, sentiment
That we thought to be symbolic.
But the way that it went, slowly
Through the unreal canal, obscurity.
‘Spectrum of sparks, be welcome!’
Briefly we thought ourselves pure.
Then the bridge was raised.
Panic broke our hearts.
Whispers, stammering, disbelief,
Cries of loathing, dismay.
In vain. Superior to the character
Of the crowd the glittering slid by,
Truly without being obscure,
To the other side of the bridge.
We vaguely saw a glow, memory
That faded slowly in the distance.
O formidable obscurity! Grumbling
And cursing we retreated once more into nature.
© 2002, Willem Groenewegen
From: The Sublime Song of a Maybe
Publisher: 2002, Arc Publications, Todmorden
From: The Sublime Song of a Maybe
Publisher: 2002, Arc Publications, Todmorden
Glittering passage
Glittering on the other side of fantasy,Disguised as a wooden anchor,
Yesterday drifted through the canal
Outstanding obscurity.
Breathless the street checked its step,
Opposite equally breathless.
Finally the undistinguishable showed itself,
Floating through the canal without secrets.
First we looked warily,
With fear, fear of betrayal,
White lies, consolation, sentiment
That we thought to be symbolic.
But the way that it went, slowly
Through the unreal canal, obscurity.
‘Spectrum of sparks, be welcome!’
Briefly we thought ourselves pure.
Then the bridge was raised.
Panic broke our hearts.
Whispers, stammering, disbelief,
Cries of loathing, dismay.
In vain. Superior to the character
Of the crowd the glittering slid by,
Truly without being obscure,
To the other side of the bridge.
We vaguely saw a glow, memory
That faded slowly in the distance.
O formidable obscurity! Grumbling
And cursing we retreated once more into nature.
© 2002, Willem Groenewegen
From: The Sublime Song of a Maybe
Publisher: 2002, Arc Publications, Todmorden
From: The Sublime Song of a Maybe
Publisher: 2002, Arc Publications, Todmorden
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