Poem
Frank Koenegracht
the englishman
For GeeskeYou were asleep, dreaming, smiled and said:
‘No I don’t care,’ followed by
a gurgle, a girlish giggle.
This was as clear as anything.
An Englishman was involved, making
certain suggestions and being
accepted. At any rate
it wasn’t me.
I never speak English in your sleep.
We’ll work by trial
and error, I thought, and soon we’ll know more.
So I began to stroke
your breast, as Englishly as possible. And indeed
you started murmuring
softly, moaned,
I could have left it at that.
But I wanted certainty and rubbed
your bum with that same hand
from England.
Now you ran away, you fled laughing
but you fled, you kicked the covers
off your legs. So our friend
from across the sea had gone too far;
that was obvious.
You sighed, turned over to me,
saying my name,
and I decided to let you go on
floating between space and time
but whispered in your ear: ‘We’ll
never meet again.’ For safety’s sake.
de engelsman
de engelsman
Voor GeeskeJe sliep, je droomde, glimlachte en zei:
‘no I don’t care’, gevolgd door
een gekir, een meisjesachtig giechelen.
Dit was zo duidelijk als wat.
Hier was een engelsman in ’t spel
die zekere voorstellen deed waarop
werd ingegaan. In elk geval
was ik het niet.
Ik spreek nooit engels in je slaap.
Proefondervindelijk gaan wij
te werk, dacht ik, dan weten we straks meer
en ik begon je borst
zo engels mogelijk te strelen. En inderdaad
’t geluid ging over in een zacht zingen,
een gekreun, een situatie
die ik zo had kunnen laten.
Maar ik wilde zekerheid en wreef
over je broekje met dezelfde hand
uit Engeland.
Nu rende je weg, je vluchtte lachend
maar je vluchtte, je trappelde
je benen bloot. Dus onze vriend
van overzee was nu te ver gegaan;
dat bleek.
Je zuchtte, draaide je om naar mij
en zei mijn naam daarbij
en ik besloot je nu maar verder
te laten zweven tussen ruimte en tijd
maar fluisterde nog in je oor: ‘We’ll
never meet again.’ Voor alle zekerheid.
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Poems of Frank Koenegracht
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the englishman
For GeeskeYou were asleep, dreaming, smiled and said:
‘No I don’t care,’ followed by
a gurgle, a girlish giggle.
This was as clear as anything.
An Englishman was involved, making
certain suggestions and being
accepted. At any rate
it wasn’t me.
I never speak English in your sleep.
We’ll work by trial
and error, I thought, and soon we’ll know more.
So I began to stroke
your breast, as Englishly as possible. And indeed
you started murmuring
softly, moaned,
I could have left it at that.
But I wanted certainty and rubbed
your bum with that same hand
from England.
Now you ran away, you fled laughing
but you fled, you kicked the covers
off your legs. So our friend
from across the sea had gone too far;
that was obvious.
You sighed, turned over to me,
saying my name,
and I decided to let you go on
floating between space and time
but whispered in your ear: ‘We’ll
never meet again.’ For safety’s sake.
the englishman
For GeeskeYou were asleep, dreaming, smiled and said:
‘No I don’t care,’ followed by
a gurgle, a girlish giggle.
This was as clear as anything.
An Englishman was involved, making
certain suggestions and being
accepted. At any rate
it wasn’t me.
I never speak English in your sleep.
We’ll work by trial
and error, I thought, and soon we’ll know more.
So I began to stroke
your breast, as Englishly as possible. And indeed
you started murmuring
softly, moaned,
I could have left it at that.
But I wanted certainty and rubbed
your bum with that same hand
from England.
Now you ran away, you fled laughing
but you fled, you kicked the covers
off your legs. So our friend
from across the sea had gone too far;
that was obvious.
You sighed, turned over to me,
saying my name,
and I decided to let you go on
floating between space and time
but whispered in your ear: ‘We’ll
never meet again.’ For safety’s sake.
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