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Rutger Kopland
PORTRAIT WITH DOG
That dog and I. He has withdrawninto himself, and I
– I had laid my hand
on his back, his coat wrinkled,
I had looked into his eyes and he
stared up at my face as though
he was looking for something from my lips,
I had muttered something and
he laid himself down, sighed
and went to sleep –
I must have been something
in that hand, that face, those lips,
something I once knew, but that is now
hidden away in him, that dog.
© Translation: 2001, James Brockway
From: Memories of the Unknown
Publisher: The Harvill Press, London, 2001
From: Memories of the Unknown
Publisher: The Harvill Press, London, 2001
PORTRET MET HOND
PORTRET MET HOND
Die hond en ik. Hij heeft zichteruggetrokken in zichzelf, en ik
– ik had mijn hand op zijn rug
gelegd, zijn huid rimpelde,
ik had hem aangekeken en hij
keek op in mijn gezicht alsof
hij iets zocht uit mijn mond,
ik had iets gemompeld en
hij legde zich neer, zuchtte
en sliep in –
ik moet iets zijn geweest in
die hand, dat gezicht, die mond,
iets dat ik heb gekend, maar nu
verborgen is in hem, die hond.
© 1989, Rutger Kopland
From: Dankzij de dingen
Publisher: G.A. van Oorschot, Amsterdam
From: Dankzij de dingen
Publisher: G.A. van Oorschot, Amsterdam
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PORTRET MET HOND
Die hond en ik. Hij heeft zichteruggetrokken in zichzelf, en ik
– ik had mijn hand op zijn rug
gelegd, zijn huid rimpelde,
ik had hem aangekeken en hij
keek op in mijn gezicht alsof
hij iets zocht uit mijn mond,
ik had iets gemompeld en
hij legde zich neer, zuchtte
en sliep in –
ik moet iets zijn geweest in
die hand, dat gezicht, die mond,
iets dat ik heb gekend, maar nu
verborgen is in hem, die hond.
© 1989, Rutger Kopland
From: Dankzij de dingen
Publisher: 1989, G.A. van Oorschot, Amsterdam
From: Dankzij de dingen
Publisher: 1989, G.A. van Oorschot, Amsterdam
PORTRAIT WITH DOG
That dog and I. He has withdrawninto himself, and I
– I had laid my hand
on his back, his coat wrinkled,
I had looked into his eyes and he
stared up at my face as though
he was looking for something from my lips,
I had muttered something and
he laid himself down, sighed
and went to sleep –
I must have been something
in that hand, that face, those lips,
something I once knew, but that is now
hidden away in him, that dog.
© 2001, James Brockway
From: Memories of the Unknown
Publisher: 2001, The Harvill Press, London
From: Memories of the Unknown
Publisher: 2001, The Harvill Press, London
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