Come to me, I need

to live today, breathe calmly --


lying close to you.


Kom bij mij, ik moetKomm zu mir, ich muss
leven, rustig ademen --leben, muss ruhig atmen --

dicht bij jou liggen.nah an dir liegen.

Poem H5094
Amsterdam, 2024-11-24
Collection:
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
 

I want to see you,

that's it, you really don't have --


to be sociable.


Ik wil je graag zien,Ich will dich sehen,
dat is alles, je hoeft niet --das ist alles, du musst ja --

gezellig te zijn.nicht gesellig sein.

Poem H5007
Amsterdam, 2024-10-24
I kiss your hands a thousand times - Faxing to Ger #6 (Nicolien Mizee) - 2024
Diary novel "Ik kus uw handen duizendmaal - Faxen aan Ger #6", November 6th, 2000
Collection: In the shadow
Tribute to: Mizee, Nicolien 
 

Our conversations

are silent conversations --


There is no anger.


Onze gesprekkenUnsre Gespräche
zijn zwijggesprekken zonder --sind schweigende Gespräche --

enige boosheid.ohne jede Wut.

Poem H4365
Amsterdam, 2023-12-14
Big Eight (Vrouwkje Tuinman) - 2005
Novel "Grote acht" (route of two circles in dressage), chapter Twenty-one (years old)
Collection: Em Brace
Tribute to: Tuinman, Vrouwkje 
 

It's like a Hopper

painting, sitting on a bench --


next to my father.


Als een schilderijWie ein Gemälde
van Hopper, met mijn vader --von Hopper, neben Vater --

samen op de bank.auf einer Parkbank.

Poem H4293
Amsterdam, 2023-11-20
Scenes with My Father (Biserka Suran) - 2022
Documentary "Scenes with My Father" - Conversation on a bench in front of an abandoned factory; there is a loudspeaker next to the entrance - Scenery as a painting by Edward Hopper (Nyack 1882-1967)
Collection: New Ago
Tribute to: Suran, Biserka; Hopper, Edward 
 

My father narrates,

the speaker is off, I film --


deep inside his mind.


Mijn vader vertelt,Vater erzählt, der
de luidspreker zwijgt, ik film --Lautsprecher schweigt, ich filme --

binnen in zijn hoofd.tief in seinem Kopf.

Poem H4294
Amsterdam, 2023-11-20
Scenes with My Father (Biserka Suran) - 2022
Documentary "Scenes with My Father" - Conversation on a bench in front of an abandoned factory; there is a loudspeaker next to the entrance
Collection: New Ago
Tribute to: Suran, Biserka 
 

I tell everything.

You look at me guiltily --


I understand you.


Ik vertel alles.Ich sage alles.
Jij kijkt me schuldbewust aan --Du siehst mich schuldbewusst an --

en ik begrijp jou.Ich verstehe dich.

Poem H4269
Amsterdam, 2023-10-31
and when i have finished telling you my story (Ronelda Kamfer) - 2008
Poem "en as ek klaar my verhaal vir jou vertel het" (collection "Noudat slapende honde")
Collection: Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the years 2000-2009
Tribute to: Kamfer, Ronelda 
 

Quietly she looks

at me -- a comb through my mind,


waving in her wind.


Stil kijkt ze mij aan --Ihr ruhiger Blick
een kam door mijn gedachten,kämmt durch meine Gedanken --

wuivend in haar wind.in ihrer Brise.

Poem H3746
Amsterdam, 2023-03-02
Wild crops (Bruno van Imschoot) - 2014
Poem "Wilde gewassen" (collection "Wuivend gras")
Collection: Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the years 2010-2019
Tribute to: Van Imschoot, Bruno 
 

With a background buzz

people may start whispering --


Their secrets of heart?


In geroezemoesIn Stimmengewirr
fluisteren de mensen soms --flüstern die Menschen manchmal --

Hun hartsgeheimen?Herzgeheimnisse?

Poem H3117
Amsterdam, 2021-11-06
Confessions #2 (Claudio F. Baroni) - 2021
Composition for quintet, four exciter speakers and tape
Performed in the Organpark on November 6th, 2021; texts by The Barton Workshop

Collection: ORG anp ark 
Composer: Baroni, Claudio F. 
 

The deer is close by,

it breathes and looks, motionless --


I feel being seen.


Het hert is dichtbij,Die Rehgeiß ist nah,
het ademt en kijkt, roerloos --sie schaut, regungslos fühle --

voel ik me gezien.ich mich gesehen.

Poem H2538
Amsterdam, 2019-08-03
That the animal saw you (Marjoleine de Vos) - 2019
Article "Dat het dier je zag" in nrc.weekend
Collection: Finethreads
Tribute to: De Vos, Marjoleine 
 

Trembling in my view:

a woman, looking at me --


through my telescope.


Bibberend in beeld:Bibbernd im Visier:
een vrouw, ze kijkt mij recht aan --eine Frau, die mich ansieht --

door mijn verrekijker.durch mein Teleskop.

Poem H2500
Train Vlissingen-Amsterdam, 2019-06-07
The ferry (Willem van Toorn) - 1997
Poem "Het veer" (collection "Dooltuin")
Collection: On the fly
Tribute to: Van Toorn, Willem 
 

Zywa A beautiful mystery

This in between the operations
is, in my opinion, what it is about
Your right words from time to time
in a bed of soft energy
in which I feel safe:

you are allowed to know
everything about me
but for now
it is too complicated
a beautiful mystery

you call me
My father is great
but he does not see me
I have to make me small
roll up in myself

Say something
do something
but don't touch me
the eyes in your hands
may not read me now

because what you think
is not right, too beautiful
is your image of me
as if I am someone else
even if that is true

Poem 1923
Amsterdam, 2018-11-12
February 2000
Collection: Pending rain
Dedicated to: Amira S 
 

Zywa Sweet balm

Times have changed, people have not
so I read, shelf after shelf in many languages
in books preserved for centuries
so self-evidently describing
the world as it once was

In the evening I experience their adventures
at night I dream of them, every day
they colour my body in a different way

my body longing
to be touched
and to lie eye to eye
longing for the embrace
of arms and a laugh

for sounds and smells
for the cold and the fire
of love

Poem 1886
Amsterdam, 2018-10-27
Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly
 

I am close to you,

look at the compass needles:


they're spinning around.


Ik ben dicht bij jou,Ich bin ganz nah bei
kijk maar, de kompasnaalden --dir, schau, die Kompassnadeln --

tollen in het rond.drehen sich wie wild.

Poem S0566
Amsterdam, 2017-11-14
I'm approaching you: compasses are spinning madly (Frida Vogels) - 1994
Verse "Ik nader je: dol draaien de kompassen", published in the collection "De harde kern 3" ("The hard core 3" [part VI, Kees], and in "Diary 1964-1965" (2008) - January 7th, 1965, Bologna
Collection: Self-portraits
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida 
 

The bicycle tires

hum and the backs bend over --


word-bits drift along.


De banden zoeven,Die Reifen brummen,
de ruggen zijn gebogen --die Rücken beugen sich vor --

woorden waaien mee.Worte wehen mit.

Poem H0075
Amsterdam, 2011-12-17
Collection: Changing Times
 

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