Poem
Mark Boog
OUR LIGHTNESS
There is also salt in the sea but the salt in the ground is more costly.We dig until digging has become second nature to us,
underground. (Dive in as laboriously as possible,
that’s what we do, and always come up spluttering,
constantly threatening not to come up.)
We want the deep, we want the heavy, we want the dark.
But we bring along dependable lamps
and due to our essential lightness we always
come back up. We’re not as simple souls as all that.
(We of all people aren’t such simple souls.) We are oysters.
© Translation: 2006, Willem Groenewegen
ONZE LICHTHEID
ONZE LICHTHEID
Er is ook zout in de zee maar het zout in de grond is duurder.We graven tot graven ons een tweede natuur is geworden,
onderaards. (Zo omslachtig mogelijk onderduiken,
dat doen we, en altijd proestend bovenkomen,
steeds dreigen niet boven te komen.)
We willen diep, we willen zwaar, we willen donker.
Maar we nemen betrouwbare lampen mee
en we komen door onze essentiële lichtheid
altijd bovendrijven. Wij zijn zulke simpele geesten nog niet.
(Uitgerekend wij zijn zulke simpele geesten niet.) Wij zijn oesters.
© 2003, Mark Boog
From: Luid overigens de noodklok
Publisher: Cossee, Amsterdam
From: Luid overigens de noodklok
Publisher: Cossee, Amsterdam
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OUR LIGHTNESS
There is also salt in the sea but the salt in the ground is more costly.We dig until digging has become second nature to us,
underground. (Dive in as laboriously as possible,
that’s what we do, and always come up spluttering,
constantly threatening not to come up.)
We want the deep, we want the heavy, we want the dark.
But we bring along dependable lamps
and due to our essential lightness we always
come back up. We’re not as simple souls as all that.
(We of all people aren’t such simple souls.) We are oysters.
© 2006, Willem Groenewegen
From: Luid overigens de noodklok
From: Luid overigens de noodklok
OUR LIGHTNESS
There is also salt in the sea but the salt in the ground is more costly.We dig until digging has become second nature to us,
underground. (Dive in as laboriously as possible,
that’s what we do, and always come up spluttering,
constantly threatening not to come up.)
We want the deep, we want the heavy, we want the dark.
But we bring along dependable lamps
and due to our essential lightness we always
come back up. We’re not as simple souls as all that.
(We of all people aren’t such simple souls.) We are oysters.
© 2006, Willem Groenewegen
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