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Frank Koenegracht
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mama you’ve b’n on my mindBob Dylan
We are going, mother
and if it snows we are still going
and if it doesn’t snow we’re going too
we are going whatever happens.
The darkness is low, the light is long
and the balconies sometimes fly off
the houses even without a war:
but we are going, that is certain,
because he is dead, as dead as an ant
on a stair-carpet and that is why
we have become slow, as slow as
ill-fed dogs.
But our snow crystal collection is extraordinary.
© Translation: 2005, Sarah Hart
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mama you’ve b’n on my mindBob Dylan
We gaan, moeder
en als het sneeuwt gaan we ook
en als het niet sneeuwt eveneens
we gaan in elk geval.
Het donker is laag, het licht is langwerpig
en de warandes springen ook wel
zonder oorlog van de huizen af:
maar we gaan, dat is zeker,
want hij is dood, zo dood als een mier
op een traploper en wij zijn daardoor
langzaam geworden, zo langzaam als
slechtgevoede honden.
Maar onze collectie sneeuwkristallen is buitengewoon.
© 2003, Frank Koenegracht
From: Vroege sneeuw
Publisher: De Bezige Bij, Amsterdam
From: Vroege sneeuw
Publisher: De Bezige Bij, Amsterdam
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EPIGRAM
mama you’ve b’n on my mindBob Dylan
We are going, mother
and if it snows we are still going
and if it doesn’t snow we’re going too
we are going whatever happens.
The darkness is low, the light is long
and the balconies sometimes fly off
the houses even without a war:
but we are going, that is certain,
because he is dead, as dead as an ant
on a stair-carpet and that is why
we have become slow, as slow as
ill-fed dogs.
But our snow crystal collection is extraordinary.
© 2005, Sarah Hart
From: Vroege sneeuw
From: Vroege sneeuw
EPIGRAM
mama you’ve b’n on my mindBob Dylan
We are going, mother
and if it snows we are still going
and if it doesn’t snow we’re going too
we are going whatever happens.
The darkness is low, the light is long
and the balconies sometimes fly off
the houses even without a war:
but we are going, that is certain,
because he is dead, as dead as an ant
on a stair-carpet and that is why
we have become slow, as slow as
ill-fed dogs.
But our snow crystal collection is extraordinary.
© 2005, Sarah Hart
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