Poem
Ilja Leonard Pfeijffer
SNOW
the pregnant full rhyme from cot to cotthat pathetic peripeteia of being a daddy
always appeared to me for the life-leaving lessers
not for the signifier who leaves black on white
composes bird and bee into higher honey
who smokes mysterious roses to suck sense
does not have rosy flesh suckled in his name
yet will write his name among the names
who has a name to bear must cue-cue
on daddy-diapers dump
early january it had snowed
which was awkward
the buses were off schedule by levendaal
steamed up with impatience inside
foothold slipped under grip and tread
we slipped away together in beschuitsteeg
in minnestraat we danced the first tracks
paradijssteeg was a christmas card
in mirakelsteeg we made a snowman resembling each other
leiden was in short oz in wonderland
and you felt the child inside you
still I hardly worried
in the netherlands these things are well looked after
grit the city had curretted
the buses ran on schedule again tracks melted
the snowman had been done away with
but I read snow poems more often now of it\'s snowing
we have died it snows between the hives
I need inspired by delusion of sense embody the dispirited
and thoughts lie dead on virgin white
SNEEUW
SNEEUW
het pregnante volrijm van wieg tot wiegdie pathetische peripetie van dat je pappa bent
leek mij altijd voor de leven latende lozen
niet voor de betekenaar die zwart op wit nalaat
bloem en bij verdicht tot hoger honing
die raadselige rozen rookt om zin te zuigen
geen rozig vlees laat zogen voor zijn naam
maar zijn naam zal schrijven tussen de namen
wie heeft een naam te baren moet kuku
op pamperpappa\'s poepen
begin januari had het gesneeuwd
wat lastig was
de bussen raakten ontregeld door het levendaal
beslagen van ongeduld binnenin
houvast gleed weg onder grip en profiel
wij gleden samen uit in de beschuitsteeg
in de minnestraat dansten wij de eerste sporen
de paradijssteeg was een kerstkaart
in de mirakelsteeg maakten wij een pop die op elkaar leek
leiden was kortom oz in wonderland
en je voelde het kind in je groeien
toch zorgen maakte ik mij nauwelijks
in nederland zijn deze dingen goed geregeld
pekel had de stad gecuretteerd
de bussen reden weer op schema sporen gesmolten
de sneeuwpop was weer weg gemaakt
maar ik lees nu vaker sneeuwgedichten van het sneeuwt
wij zijn gestorven het sneeuwt tussen de korven
ik dien bezield door waan van zin ontzieling te lijf
en gedachten liggen dood in onbeschreven wit
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Poems of Ilja Leonard Pfeijffer
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SNOW
the pregnant full rhyme from cot to cotthat pathetic peripeteia of being a daddy
always appeared to me for the life-leaving lessers
not for the signifier who leaves black on white
composes bird and bee into higher honey
who smokes mysterious roses to suck sense
does not have rosy flesh suckled in his name
yet will write his name among the names
who has a name to bear must cue-cue
on daddy-diapers dump
early january it had snowed
which was awkward
the buses were off schedule by levendaal
steamed up with impatience inside
foothold slipped under grip and tread
we slipped away together in beschuitsteeg
in minnestraat we danced the first tracks
paradijssteeg was a christmas card
in mirakelsteeg we made a snowman resembling each other
leiden was in short oz in wonderland
and you felt the child inside you
still I hardly worried
in the netherlands these things are well looked after
grit the city had curretted
the buses ran on schedule again tracks melted
the snowman had been done away with
but I read snow poems more often now of it\'s snowing
we have died it snows between the hives
I need inspired by delusion of sense embody the dispirited
and thoughts lie dead on virgin white
SNOW
the pregnant full rhyme from cot to cotthat pathetic peripeteia of being a daddy
always appeared to me for the life-leaving lessers
not for the signifier who leaves black on white
composes bird and bee into higher honey
who smokes mysterious roses to suck sense
does not have rosy flesh suckled in his name
yet will write his name among the names
who has a name to bear must cue-cue
on daddy-diapers dump
early january it had snowed
which was awkward
the buses were off schedule by levendaal
steamed up with impatience inside
foothold slipped under grip and tread
we slipped away together in beschuitsteeg
in minnestraat we danced the first tracks
paradijssteeg was a christmas card
in mirakelsteeg we made a snowman resembling each other
leiden was in short oz in wonderland
and you felt the child inside you
still I hardly worried
in the netherlands these things are well looked after
grit the city had curretted
the buses ran on schedule again tracks melted
the snowman had been done away with
but I read snow poems more often now of it\'s snowing
we have died it snows between the hives
I need inspired by delusion of sense embody the dispirited
and thoughts lie dead on virgin white
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