Finally I'm off.

Someone is calling. It must --


be for someone else.


Eindelijk ben ikEndlich bin ich weg.
weg. Er roept iemand. Dat moet --Da ruft jemand. Für jemand --

voor een ander zijn.anderen, bestimmt.

Poem H6356
Amsterdam, 2026-07-12
Malfunction (Marga Minco) - 2004
Short story "Storing", from the collection "Storing"
Collection: Unseen
Tribute to: Minco, Marga 
 

Everywhere I can

find my own little corner --


for my private world.


Overal vind ikÜberall finde
wel een eigen hoekje voor --ich für meine eigene --

mijn eigen wereld.Welt eine Ecke.

Poem H5942
Amsterdam, 2025-09-14
With a photo of Lotte in 'IJver' (February 27th, 2020, Amsterdam; Lotte is 8 years old)

Lotte

Collection: WoofWoof
Dedicated to: Lotte W 
 

It's raining, I look,

and my friends thankfully leave --


me alone today.


Het regent, ik kijk,Es regnet, ich schau,
en mijn vrienden laten me --meine Freunde lassen mich --

gelukkig alleen.zum Glück in Ruhe.

Poem H5713
Amsterdam, 2025-07-19
The light is dimmed by rain (Frida Vogels) - 1994
Verse "De lucht is door regen gedempt" / "La luce è smorzata dalla pioggia", published in the collection "De harde kern 3" ("The hard core 3", part III [Ennio and Kees]), in "Diary 1954-1957" (2005), and in the autobiography "In den vreemde - Kronieken" ("In foreign parts - Chronicles", 2024, Frida Vogels), chapter 'Epiloog' (Epilogue) - June 10th, 1957, Amsterdam
Collection: ThereFrom
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida 
 

The party goes on

above me, I'm having fun --


with Nino, the cat.


Het feest gaat maar doorEs wird gefeiert
boven mij, ik vermaak me --über mir, ich habe Spaß --

met Nino, de poes.mit der Katze, Noh.

Poem H1850
Amsterdam, 2017-11-03
Diary 1962-1963 (Frida Vogels) - 2007
"Dagboek 1962-1963" - October 2nd, 1963, Bologna
Collection: Beyond the Cape
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida 
 

Zywa Home alone

When it is quiet, outside
only a light commercial
for pleasures of the big city
inside everything gray

the smell of the dog
just me
walking around
as if I'm not at home

but explore what
there is to see of the people
who live here: nothing
special, though there is

one tidy room
with an empty cupboard
and on the bedspread a cuddly toy
soft under my hand

then it grows still
in me, I am
not looking for anything, there's nothing
I'd wish to hope for

Poem 1212
Amsterdam, 2017-03-13
Collection: Pending rain
Dedicated to: Michiel K 
 

Zywa In my truth

I can put on nice clothes
and sit in the lap of a man

with blue eyes, drinking champagne
in the colour of his skin
without having any feelings for him

but I just like to sit
on an empty terrace
in my own truth
of an empty terrace

hoping that no one thinks
look, over there
that charming terrace

let's go have some roadside-
flower lemonade there

Poem 830
Amsterdam, 2016-11-13
Collection: Froend
 

I weave loneliness

in the night, I fill the wind --


with stars and I close.


Ik weef eenzaamheidIch web Einsamkeit
in de nacht, gooi de wind vol --in der Nacht, werfe Sternen --

sterren en ga dicht.in den Wind, schließe.

Poem H0675
Amsterdam, 2014-01-19
I am the purest animal on earth (Hans Lodeizen) - 1949
Poem "ik ben het zuiverste dier op aarde" (published in "De vrije bladen" ["The free papers"], 1949, volume 20, book 5)
Collection: Moist glow
Tribute to: Lodeizen, Hans 
 

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