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Gedicht

K. Satchidanandan

SAKUNTALAM

Every lover is cursed
to forget, at least for a while,
his woman: as the river of
amnesia devours his love.

Every beloved is cursed
to be forgotten until her secret
is trapped in the net of memory.

Every child is cursed
to grow fatherless,
with his hand in the lion’s mouth.

SAKUNTALAM

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SAKUNTALAM

SAKUNTALAM

Every lover is cursed
to forget, at least for a while,
his woman: as the river of
amnesia devours his love.

Every beloved is cursed
to be forgotten until her secret
is trapped in the net of memory.

Every child is cursed
to grow fatherless,
with his hand in the lion’s mouth.
Sponsors
Gemeente Rotterdam
Nederlands Letterenfonds
Stichting Van Beuningen Peterich-fonds
Prins Bernhard cultuurfonds
Lira fonds
Versopolis
J.E. Jurriaanse
Gefinancierd door de Europese Unie
Elise Mathilde Fonds
Stichting Verzameling van Wijngaarden-Boot
Veerhuis
VDM
Partners
LantarenVenster – Verhalenhuis Belvédère