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Mark Boog

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WRATH

Wrath, blue fire with red tongues,
licks these days clean. The stockade
in the winter morning, groans and will fall.

© Translation: 2006, Willem Groenewegen

TOORN

TOORN

Toorn, blauw vuur met rode tongen,
likt deze dagen uit. Het staketsel,
in de winterochtend, kreunt en zal vallen.

© 2005, Mark Boog
From: De encyclopedie van de grote woorden
Publisher: Cossee, Amsterdam

Mark Boog

Mark Boog

(The Netherlands, 1970)

Mark Boog was awarded the 2000 C. Buddingh’ Prize for new Dutch-language poetry for his debut collection Alsof er iets gebeurt (As if Something is Happening). He has since been publishing at high speed, certainly for a poet who boasts about his strong penchant for idleness: three novels and three new volumes of poetry, the latest of which, De encyclopedie van de grote woorden (The Encyclopaedia...

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WRATH

Wrath, blue fire with red tongues,
licks these days clean. The stockade
in the winter morning, groans and will fall.

© 2006, Willem Groenewegen
From: De encyclopedie van de grote woorden

WRATH

Wrath, blue fire with red tongues,
licks these days clean. The stockade
in the winter morning, groans and will fall.

© 2006, Willem Groenewegen

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