Zywa Philosopher's Dell

I keep walking, into the woods
with the puppy, and into the village
the world I live in

I keep walking, keep taking care
of the little ones, they run faster
and faster, further and further

I keep walking, in a circle
of family and friends that is
getting smaller and smaller

I keep walking, up the paths
into the lanes, over the dikes
in stages across the country

I keep walking, and sewing
for the brides, the most beautiful
dress of their lives

I keep walking, and arranging
what would otherwise be sorely missed
by those who can't do it themselves

I keep walking, I know
the forest and the lake, I can manage
the ascents and the descents

Poem 5946
Amsterdam, 2026-03-03
Keep walking (Jack Poels / Rowwen Hèze) - 1990
Philosopher's Dell is a meltwater dell near the Devil's Mountain in Berg en Dal near Nijmegen
Song "Blieve loepe", albums "Blieve Loepe" (1990), and "In de wei" (1992) by Rowwen Hèze

Collection: WoofWoof
Keywords: Identity: deeds, Together: community 
Tribute to: Rowwen Hèze 
Dedicated to: Ineke J 

She leaps through the woods,

enthusiastically --


following her nose.


Elegant springt ze
door het bos, zo enthousiast --durch den Wald, begeistert folgt --
haar neus achterna.sie ihrer Nase.

Poem H5958
Amsterdam, 2025-09-26
Irish Setter

Young dog
(Golden Retriever)

Collection: WoofWoof
Keywords: Life: lust (enthusiasm), Animals: dog 
Dedicated to: Ineke J 

The relinquishment,

and having to live with it:


scar of wounded love.


Afstand moeten doen,
en daarmee moeten leven:und dann zum Leben damit:
gewonde liefde.verletzte Liebe.

Poem S2700
Amsterdam, 2025-06-06
Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? (Jeanette Winterson) - 2011
Autobiography (normal means: heterosexual), chapter 15, The Wound
In memory of father

Collection: Inwardings
Keyword: Missing: absence 
Tribute to: Winterson, Jeanette 
Dedicated to: Ineke J, Hans J, Ruud J, Lucy J 

Zywa My other father

I get to know
my other father
by making trips

with you and wherever
we are you know something
about him to tell

and so I see
besides the memories
myself in other mirrors

Light falls on features
I know but that now
seem to cast other

shadows in this cave
of my thoughts, longing
for the warmth of the sun

Poem 5595
Amsterdam, 2025-01-24
Don't leave me alone (Renate Dorrestein) - 2008
Essay "Laat me niet alleen", chapter "Step Four: Let's stop for a moment and consider cross-generational relationships and their intrinsic value in Western civilization":
Nowadays I sit as a passenger next to big Ee in my own car: she drives. We go to the beach together. We go buy a pair of jeans. We go for a sandwich in the city. We go to the casino. And in everything we do, I can tell her something about her mother.
Allegory of the cave (375 BC, Plato, dialogue "Politeia" ["Republic"], VII 514a-520a)

Collection: Inwardings
Keyword: Identity: mirror 
Tribute to: Dorrestein, Renate; Plato 
Dedicated to: Ineke J, Hans J, Ruud J, Lucy J 

The older you grow,

the better you understand --


what it is, 'the past'.


Hoe ouder je wordt,,
des te meer je begrijpt wat --desto mehr weiß man, was die --
'het verleden' is.'Vergangenheit' ist.

Poem H5099
Amsterdam, 2024-11-30
Collection: Greeting from before
Keyword: Past: discover 
Dedicated to: Ineke J, Hans J, Ruud J, Lucy J 

They are dear to me,

all the mellow memories --


of the life we shared.


Ze zijn mij dierbaar,,
al de herinneringen --all die Erinnerungen --
aan onze liefde.an unsre Liebe.

Poem H5092
Amsterdam, 2024-11-24
Collection: Greeting from before
Keywords: Memory: of someone, Gratitude 
Dedicated to: Ineke J 

I've gotten used to

his absence, but not to the --


feeling of missing.


Wel gewend geraakt
aan zijn afwezigheid, maar --an seine Abwesenheit --
niet aan het gemis.nicht ans Vermissen.

Poem H5091
Amsterdam, 2024-11-24
Collection: Greeting from before
Keyword: Missing: loved one(s) 
Dedicated to: Ineke J 

It's my wedding day,

a pair till death do us part --


Yes, I'm still your wife.


Vandaag mijn trouwdag,,
samen tot de dood ons scheidt --bis dass der Tod uns scheidet --
Ja, nog steeds jouw vrouw.Ja, immer noch deins.

Poem H4301
Amsterdam, 2023-11-24
Married from 1973, half a century ago, until Herman died, on this very day six years ago
Collection: The Yellow House Museum
Keyword: Marriage (relationship) 
Dedicated to: Ineke J 

Zywa Icon of our time

More and more, we speak picture
language with digital icons of Home
Heart (in the colour of the moment)
Envelope, Clock, Arrow and Bin

but icons of paint and blood travel
with us in their world of gold leaf
as portraits of the life
we like to live

thoughtful and attentive
like a busty bird
showing its feathers

and not camouflaging itself
in the attire of its neighbours
colleagues or pictograms

Poem 4899
Amsterdam, 2022-12-27
With acrylic paintings on canvas, by Ada Breedveld (Dordrecht 1944)
Also for Carla B, Jeanette vdZ, Harry S and Philip L

Collection: The Yellow House Museum
Keywords: Identity: example, Language: signs 
Dedicated to: Ineke J, Hans J, Ruud J, Lucy J, Yuk Lin M 

One two, up we go!

Together we go pippop --


perthepop, hooray!


Eén twee, hopsasa!
Samen gaan we hupperhiep --Zusammen gehen wir Hüpf --
perdepiep, hoera!fererpüpf, Hurra!

Poem H3467
Amsterdam, 2022-09-24
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da (Paul McCartney, The Beatles) - 1968
For Ineke's birthday
Collection: The drama
Keyword: Party: celebrate 
Tribute to: McCartney, Paul; The Beatles 
Dedicated to: Ineke J 

Springtime in my blood,

I want to do a whole lot --


that really can't wait.


Lente in mijn bloed,,
ik wil van alles gaan doen --ich möchte so vieles tun --
dat niet kan wachten.was nicht warten kann.

Poem H3216
Amsterdam, 2022-03-06
Collection: Changing Times
Keywords: Life: lust (enthusiasm), Spring 
Dedicated to: Ineke J 

Zywa The Tumble Child (Early autumn)

The wind is weak, yet
there are leaves swirling
before my feet, often
it goes that way for me

What I don't hold, is blowing
away and could fall into pieces
so I jump back and forth
with long arms like a juggler

Should I let everything
happen and just watch
with barbed wire
around my thoughts?

Changes and decay
never coming to an end
I balance on tipping points
in the golden mean

Poem 4150
Amsterdam, 2021-11-27
Collection: The Yellow House Museum
Keywords: Balance (psychic), Autumn 
Dedicated to: Ineke J 

Sometimes I think: Aye!

I will tell you right away! --


And then it is still.


O ja, denk ik soms,:
even aan jou vertellen! --Das werde ich dir sagen! --
En dan is het stil.Und dann ist es still.

Poem H3133
Amsterdam, 2021-11-24
The lasting bond with a dear deceased
Collection: Moons
Keyword: Habits / Customs 
Dedicated to: Ineke J 

What if? I don't want

to think that, because he would --


think it's worse for me.


Wat als? wil ik niet
denken, want voor mij zou hij --nicht, weil für mich würde er --
het erger vinden.es schlimmer finden.

Poem H2832
Amsterdam, 2020-11-24
Wedding day (1978) and day of death (2017) of Herman Huilmand
In 2020 there is a pandemic
For Ineke Jansen

Collection: Greeting from before
Keyword: Love: care 
Dedicated to: Ineke J 

It is his birthday:

and again spring will begin --


a whole day later.


Zijn geboortedag:,
ook nu begint de lente --der Frühling beginnt wieder --
weer een dag later.einen Tag später.

Poem S1000
Amsterdam, 2020-03-20
Deceased husband, born on March 20th
Collection: Greeting from before
Keyword: Missing: deceased 
Dedicated to: Ineke J 

Our life is partly

different now, without you --


We say it out loud.


Ons leven is deels
anders zonder jou, hardop --ja anders ohne dich, laut --
spreken we dat uit.sprechen wir das aus.

Poem H2631
Amsterdam, 2019-11-23
On November 24th, Herman H's day of death
Collection: Changing Times
Keyword: Memory: of someone 
Dedicated to: Ineke J, Mark H, Christel H, Ellen H, Marianne H 

I keep missing him,

this feeling will not turn in-


to dead memories.


Ik blijf hem missen,,
dat gevoel wordt geen dode --daraus wird keine tote --
herinneringen.Erinnerungen.

Poem S0971
Amsterdam, 2019-11-23
Herman H's wedding day and day of death
Collection: Local tardiness
Keyword: Missing: deceased 
Dedicated to: Ineke J 

Zywa In my blood, through my heart

Your life still rustles
in me, in my mind

you think along with my questions
I hear remarks you once made

     Your life still rustles
     in me, in my feelings

     you move along with my blood
     I feel you flow through my heart

Your life still rustles
at home, as if you were present

the warmth of your body
somewhere tangibly close

     Sometimes your voice is there again
     in the movies that make me feel

     what it was like, but much further away
     than when we watched them together

Your life still rustles
in the scents of the woods

taking me by surprise in the seasons
familiar in unexpected places

Poem 1935
Amsterdam, 2018-11-22
Collection: The Yellow House Museum
Keyword: Missing: deceased 
Dedicated to: Ineke J 

His grave isn't a stone,

but a luminous island:


my recollection.


Zijn graf is geen steen,
maar een lichtgevend eiland:eine leuchtende Insel --
mijn herinnering.der Erinnerung.

Poem H2317
Amsterdam, 2018-11-05
Collection: Local tardiness
Keyword: Memory: of someone 
Dedicated to: Ineke J 

His grave isn't a stone,

it is an island in time:


my recollection.


Zijn graf is geen steen,,
maar een eiland in de tijd:ist in der Zeit die Insel --
mijn herinnering.der Erinnerung.

Poem H2316
Amsterdam, 2018-11-04
Collection: Local tardiness
Keyword: Memory: of someone 
Dedicated to: Ineke J 

You know my life and

with all your experience --


you show it to me.


Jij kent mijn leven
en met al jouw ervaring --und mit deiner Erfahrung --
laat je het mij zien.zeigst du es mir vor.

Poem H1907
Amsterdam, 2017-12-17
Collection: NightWatch
Keywords: Self-knowledge (acquire), Life: course (overview) 
Dedicated to: Ineke J 

Appearing again

and again, gaps in the days:


that's where we miss him.


Steeds opnieuw vallen
er gaten in de dagen:es Lücke in den Tagen:
waar we hem missen.wo er uns dann fehlt.

Poem H1885
Amsterdam, 2017-12-03
On the death of Herman H
Collection: Greeting from before
Keyword: Missing: deceased 
Dedicated to: Ineke J, Mark H, Christel H, Ellen H, Marianne H 

I know my grandad

from pictures, old stories, and --


from my own genes too.


Ik ken mijn opa
van foto's, verhalen en --von Fotos, Geschichten und --
mijn eigen genen.von meinen Genen.

Poem H1884
Amsterdam, 2017-12-03
On the death of Herman H
Collection: Life line 
Keywords: Self-knowledge (attention), Family: grandma / grandpa 
Dedicated to: Ineke J, Mark H, Christel H, Ellen H, Marianne H 

Still flowing in me:

his love, I open my heart --


and give what he gave.


Zijn liefde stroomt nog
in mij, ik open mijn hart --in mich, das, was er mir gab --
en geef wat hij gaf.gebe ich weiter.

Poem H1883
Amsterdam, 2017-12-03
On the death of Herman H
Collection: Greeting from before
Keyword: Love: nourishes 
Dedicated to: Ineke J 

Of course we linger,

embracing each other's warmth:


one blood and one heart.


Vanzelf blijven we,
omarmen elkaars warmte:in gemeinsamen Wärme:
één bloed en één hart.éin Blut und éin Herz.

Poem H1882
Amsterdam, 2017-12-03
On the death of Herman H
Collection: Local tardiness
Keyword: Family: relatives 
Dedicated to: Ineke J, Mark H, Christel H, Ellen H, Marianne H 

He is here, at home,

wherever he is absent --


though still known by us.


Hij is hier nog, thuis,
overal waar hij niet is --dort, wo er nicht mehr ist, wir --
maar wij hem kennen.ihn aber kennen.

Poem H1881
Amsterdam, 2017-12-03
On the death of Herman H
Collection: Local tardiness
Keyword: Memory: of someone 
Dedicated to: Ineke J, Mark H, Christel H, Ellen H, Marianne H 

Missing his presence

together, so forever --


that it makes time stop.


Zijn aanwezigheid
samen missen, zo voorgoed --vermissen, so für immer --
dat de tijd stil staat.dass die Zeit still steht.

Poem H1880
Amsterdam, 2017-12-03
On the death of Herman H
Collection: Greeting from before
Keyword: Missing: deceased 
Dedicated to: Ineke J, Mark H, Christel H, Ellen H, Marianne H 

That's the way it is

and sure, it may be all-right --


yet we do resist.


Het is zo en zo
zal het ook wel goed zijn, toch --wird es schon gut sein, trotzdem --
verzetten we ons.versetzen wir uns.

Poem H1879
Amsterdam, 2017-12-03
On the death of Herman H
Collection: Blown sand
Keywords: Sadness: mourning, Goodbye: gradual 
Dedicated to: Ineke J, Mark H, Christel H, Ellen H, Marianne H 

Zywa Akin

After his death we seek
each other's warmth
beyond the emptiness

Rituals are too cold
for our soul
We stay closer

in the undercurrent
where we continue
to grow side by side

He is where he was
in the middle of the circle
next to the clearing

that we shelter
with the flowers
we let bloom here

Poem 1633
Amsterdam, 2017-11-25
Collection: web tissue
Keywords: Comfort (consolation), Together: connected 
Dedicated to: Ineke J 

 

 
Lane
Amsterdam, 1998-10-02
Oil paint
Collection:
Keywords: , Painting 
Dedicated to: Ineke J, Herman H 

 

 
In front of the house
Beek (Berg en Dal), 1973-10-15
Oil paint on canvas
Wedding gift
70x70cm / 77x77cm
Later opgedeeld en verstuurd als briefkaarten

Collection:
Keywords: , Painting 
Dedicated to: Ineke J, Herman H 

 

 
Embroidery
Beek (Berg en Dal), 1972-10-12
Embroidering floss
Collection:
Keyword:  
Dedicated to: Ineke J 

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