The fish is thrashing

so violently, it doesn't --


look like it's dying.


De vis spartelt zoDer Fisch zappelt so
hevig in mijn handen, dat --heftig, dass es gar nicht so --

het geen doodgaan lijkt.aussieht wie Sterben.

Poem H6110
Amsterdam, 2026-02-21
My struggle 3. Boyhood Island (Karl Ove Knausgård) - 2009
Autobiographical novel "Min Kamp. Tredje bok", part 4 - Summer vacation 1976, Sørbøvågen (north of Bergen)
Collection: Leaving
Tribute to: Knausgård, Karl Ove 
 

Slowly rotting is

not for me, I will simply --


reject any straws.


Langzaam wegrottenLangsam verrotten
is niets voor mij, strohalmen --ist nichts für mich, Strohhalme --

zal ik afwijzen.weise ich zurück.

Poem S2829
Amsterdam, 2025-08-04
I hope to die when I'm still strong (Frida Vogels) - 1994
Verse "Ik hoop te sterven als ik nog sterk ben", published in the collection "De harde kern 3" ("The hard core 3", part VIII [Authorship], and in "Diary 1966-1967" (2009) - January 3rd, 1966, Bologna
Collection: Self-portraits
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida 
 

Bitter is my soul

now that it is leaving me --


for eternity.


Bitter is mijn zielBitter ist meine
nu ze mij gaat verlaten --Seele, sie verlässt mich bald --

voor het eeuwige.für die Ewigkeit.

Poem S2714
Amsterdam, 2025-06-12
Sour Drops (Nicola F. Haym / Georg Friedrich Händel) - 1728
Air "Stille amare" (based on the libretto of the opera "Tolomeo et Alessandro" [1711, Carolo S. Capece, music Domenico Scarlatti], music Georg Friedrich Händel, HWV25), from the opera "Tolomeo, Re d'Egitto" ("Ptolemy, King of Egypt"), 3rd act - Pharao Ptolemy IX Lathyros
Collection: Over
Tribute to: Rossi, Giacomo; Capece, Carolo S. 
Composer: Handel, Georg Friedrich 
 

Ah, the willow branch

in the vase can no longer --


reach the low water.


Ach, de wilgentakDer Weidenzweig in
in de vaas kan het water --der Vase kann das Wasser --

niet meer bereiken.nicht mehr erreichen.

Poem H5247
Amsterdam, 2025-02-11
The water in the vase (Shigenobu) - 1832
Haiku by Shigenobu (-1832), included in the 1986 collection "Japanese Death Poems", compiled by Yoel Hoffmann: "Nageire no / mizu mo todokazu / yanagi kana" ("A willow branch / that doesn't reach the water / in the vase")
Collection: After the festivities
Tribute to: Shigenobu 
 

The mirror of my

consciousness breaks, but the world --


always remains whole.


De spiegel van mijnDer Spiegel meines
bewustzijn breekt, de wereld --Bewusstseins zerbricht, doch die --

blijft altijd weer heel.Welt bleibt immer ganz.

Poem H5242
Amsterdam, 2025-02-10
I raise the mirror of my life (Taigen Sofu) - 1555
Tanka by the Zen-monk Taigen Sofu (1495-1555), included in the 1986 collection "Japanese Death Poems", compiled by Yoel Hoffmann: "I raise the mirror of my life / up to my face: sixty years / With a swing I smash the reflection - / the world as usual / all in its place"
Collection: Stream
Tribute to: Taigen, Sofu 
 

Forever, the last

heartbeat closes the treasure --


chambers in the head.


De laatste hartslagDer letzte Herzschlag
sluit in het hoofd voor altijd --verschließt dauerhaft die Schatz-

de schatkamers af.kammern im Gehirn.

Poem S2464
Amsterdam, 2024-12-02
Collection: The Yellow House Museum
 

I look like a ghost,

my colours fade, my body --


is a skeleton.


Ik lijk wel een spook,Ich bin ein Gespenst,
mijn kleur verdwijnt, mijn lichaam --fast farblos, mein Körper wird --

wordt al een skelet.bereits zum Skelett.

Poem S2412
Amsterdam, 2024-10-13
Collection: The Yellow House Museum
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
 

He utters a cry

of shooting pain, he's afraid --


afraid of dying.


Hij slaakt een kreetjeVor Schmerzen stößt er
van de pijnscheut, hij is bang --einen Schrei aus, er hat Angst --

bang om dood te gaan.Angst vor dem Sterben.

Poem S2292
Amsterdam, 2024-07-31
Jackson's Dilemma (Iris Murdoch) - 1995
Novel, chapter Three, The Past
Collection: Longing and Loss
Tribute to: Murdoch, Iris 
 

The body's dying

process may be realised --


by the fading brain.


Het stervensprocesDer Sterbeprozess
van het lichaam wordt misschien --des Körpers wird vielleicht wohl --

beseft door het brein.vom Gehirn erkannt.

Poem S2289
Amsterdam, 2024-07-28
Frankissstein: a love story (Jeanette Winterson) - 2019
Novel, What terrified me will terrify others
Collection: Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the years 2010-2019
Tribute to: Winterson, Jeanette 
 

Darling, you can die

peacefully, you'll stay with me --


cradled in my heart.


Liefste, wees niet bangHab doch keine Angst
te sterven, je blijft bij mij --vor dem Tod, ich wiege dich --

wiegend in mijn hart.in meinem Herzen.

Poem H4786
Amsterdam, 2024-07-18
Solveig's cradle song (Henrik Ibsen / Edvard Grieg) - 1867
Play (music 1876), fifth act, "Solveigs vuggevise" ("Solveig's cradle song")
Collection: VacantVoid
Tribute to: Ibsen, Henrik 
Composer: Grieg, Edvard 
 

I take my mother

on her last journey and God --


himself welcomes her.


Ik neem moeder meeDie letzte Reise
op haar laatste reis en God --meiner Mutter, klar, Gott selbst --

zelf verwelkomt haar.heißt sie willkommen.

Poem H4780
Amsterdam, 2024-07-17
The death of Åse (Henrik Ibsen / Edvard Grieg) - 1867
Play (music 1876), third act, "Åses død" ("The death of Åse")
Collection: VacantVoid
Tribute to: Ibsen, Henrik 
Composer: Grieg, Edvard 
 

I shrivel, the jail

cell is an inverted womb --


It's the womb of death.


Ik verschrompel inDie Haftzelle ist
de cel, de omgekeerde --der umgekehrte Mutter-

baarmoeder: des doods.schoß, der des Todes.

Poem S2267
Amsterdam, 2024-07-13
Shame (Salman Rushdie) - 1983
Novel / Exposition with stories, part 4, chapter 11 Monologue of a Hanged Man
Collection: Shadows
Tribute to: Rushdie, Salman 
 

Well, is a good death

the one that you can live with --


as the survivor?


Is een goede doodIst ein Tod gut, wenn
die waarmee je kunt leven --man damit leben kann als --

als nabestaande?Hinterbliebener?

Poem S2259
Amsterdam, 2024-07-11
Shame (Salman Rushdie) - 1983
Novel / Exposition with stories, part 3, chapter 7 Blushing
Collection: Shadows
Tribute to: Rushdie, Salman 
 

Zywa At the bench

At the bench, just before
we get there, he reaches
for the ground

and sits down
but he doesn't seem to know how
he doesn't seem to be well, I wait

A municipal man comes
to see and he calls for help, sirens
My companion is carefully laid down

A woman presses her arms
around me and holds me
caressing me

Others are watching
tirelessly his chest rises
after every push, another push

I'm still not allowed
to go to him, I'm waiting
it can't be right

that he stays down
that he is not on the bench
that he doesn't talk to me

Poem 5461
Amsterdam, 2024-03-16
On the death of a neighbour while walking his dog on March 14th, 2024
Collection: Webgarden
 

Singing in my head

as I drown, I hear echoes --


of water echoes.


Terwijl ik verdrinkIch ertrinke, in
zingen in mijn hoofd echo's --meinem Kopf singen Echos --

van waterecho's.von Wasserechos.

Poem H4527
Amsterdam, 2024-02-18
Sonate 2 (Jean-Pierre Leguay) - 1983
Composition "2me Sonate" for organ, performed by Jean-Luc Etienne in the Organpark on February 18th, 2024
Collection: org ANP ark 
Composer: Leguay, Jean-Pierre 
 

Forget I'm dying,

please let me settle for you --


a few little jobs.


Vergeet alsjeblieftBitte vergiss es,
dat ik sterf, laat me voor jou --dass ich sterbe und lass mich --

nog wat klusjes doen.etwas für dich tun.

Poem H4324
Amsterdam, 2023-11-30
Poor (Koenraad Goudeseune) - 2022
Poem "Arm" (collection "Nagelaten gedichten"), written on his deathbed
Collection: Over
Tribute to: Goudeseune, Koenraad 
 

Freedom is: you may

choose, and it is even more!


Not having to choose!


Vrijheid is: mogenFreiheit ist: wählen
kiezen, en nog meer is het!dürfen, und es ist noch mehr!

Niet hoeven kiezen!Nicht wählen müssen!

Poem H4083
Amsterdam, 2023-08-27
Dutch blood (Freek de Jonge) - 1991
Book "Neerlands bloed"
Collection: Stream
Tribute to: De Jonge, Freek 
 

Oh I was dying

and had many questions: Why?


Tell me! Tell me why.


Ik was stervendeIch lag im Sterben
en had veel vragen: Waarom?und ich fragte mich: Warum?

Vertel me: Waarom?Sag es mir: Warum?

Poem H4084
Amsterdam, 2023-08-27
Individual acts (Freek de Jonge) - 1992
Performance "Losse Nummers"
Collection: Unseen
Tribute to: De Jonge, Freek 
 

At twilight, there is

a crack in the day, a gate --


for dying people.


's Avonds kiert de dag,Abenddämmerung
de schemering is een poort --ist ein Riss im Tag, ein Tor --

voor de stervenden.für die Sterbenden.

Poem H4069
Amsterdam, 2023-08-22
the daylight gate (Jeanette Winterson) - 2012
Novel, Lancaster AD 1612
Collection: Stream
Tribute to: Winterson, Jeanette 
 

Will you stay with me?

And when you will close my eyes --


I'm able to die.


Blijf je nog bij mij?Bleibst du noch bei mir?
En als jij mijn ogen sluit --Schließe meine Augen, erst --

dan kan ik sterven.dann kann ich sterben.

Poem H3590
Amsterdam, 2022-12-02
Abide with me, then I'll go gladly to death (Gottfried Heinrich Stölzel / Johann Sebastiaan Bach) - 1718
Song "Bist du bei mir, geh' ich mit Freuden zum Sterben" for soprano, alto and baritone (/ 1725, Johann Sebastian Bach, for voice and continuo), performed by Lucia Swarts (cello) and Geerten van de Wetering (organ) in the Organpark on December 2nd, 2022 (BWV 508)
Collection: org ANP ark 
Tribute to: Stölzel, Gottfried Heinrich 
Composer: Bach, Johann Sebastian 
 

The world does exist,

finally I know for sure:


I am dying there.


De wereld bestaat,Die Welt besteht, doch
alsnog weet ik het zeker --weiß ich es, sehr sicher, jetzt --

nu ik er doodga.wo ich dort sterbe.

Poem S1572
Amsterdam, 2022-11-23
The Satanic Verses (Salman Rushdie) - 1988
Novel, chapter IX. A wonderful lamp
Collection: Sludge
Tribute to: Rushdie, Salman 
 

Zywa My horses stand in front of the sea

Three wands
One is not finished yet
the gold is melted, but
the magic has not yet been found

The airy one is available
on call, to numb the pain
and the living one, made of wood
lies on my bedside table

as a hold with dying
before I pass away
The stories are told
my horses stand in front of the sea

I hesitate about the spell
and I am in doubt to let go
of the reins of my will
leaving the world to others

The waters break, they
flush around my bare feet
from the ankles to my vagina
they flow into me and out of me

Poem 4768
Amsterdam, 2022-10-31
The Persian goddess Anahita ("immaculate") rides a chariot drawn by four horses named Wind, Rain, Clouds, and Sleet
Collection: On living on [1]
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
 

Telephone: Mama

is dying, I can't go there --


walk around on tears.


Telefoon: mamaTelefon: Mama
gaat dood, ik kan er niet heen --stirbt, ich kann nicht zu ihr, geh --

loop rond op tranen.auf Tränen herum.

Poem S1549
Amsterdam, 2022-10-26
In the evening the phone rings (Jila Mossaed) - 2009
Poem "På kvällen ringer telefonen" (collection "Varje natt kysser jag markens fötter")
Collection: VacantVoid
Tribute to: Mossaed, Jila 
 

He sniffs and he sucks

all air out of the bedroom --


Open the window!


Hij snuift en hij zuigtEr schnupft und er saugt
alle lucht uit de kamer --die ganze Luft aus dem Raum --

Zet het raam open!Öffne das Fenster!

Poem H3497
Berg en Dal, 2022-10-12
You seemed with every (Michel Bartosik) - 1990
Poem "Je leek met ieder" (collection "Sunt lacrimae")
Father on his deathbed

Collection: Stall
Tribute to: Bartosik, Michel 
 

Something's going on,

the image fades; I struggle --


and keep resisting.


Er is iets gaande,Da geht etwas vor,
het beeld verbleekt; ik wil niet --das Bild erblasst; ich will nicht --

en sputter tegen.und sträube weiter.

Poem H3309
Amsterdam, 2022-05-28
plotting. silences (Anthony Leigh Dunstan) - 2021
Composition, performed by the hyperorgan in the Organpark on February 11th, 2021, May 20th, 2022, and May 28th, 2022, with video
Collection: org ANP ark 
Composer: Dunstan, Anthony Leigh 
 

I don't want to share

my misery, I'll only --


share my life with you.


Geef me ook laterIch möchte mit dir
geen medelijden, alleen --nicht meine Misere, bloß --

jouw medeleven.mein Leben teilen.

Poem H3279
Amsterdam, 2022-04-20
Collection: On living on [1]
 

He doesn't want to die,

he's fighting, it is a fight --


of body and mind.


Hij wil niet sterven,Er will nicht sterben,
hij vecht, het is een gevecht --er kämpft, ja, es ist ein Kampf --

van lichaam en geest.von Körper und Geist.

Poem H3038
Overberg, 2021-09-06
Bruno's Dream (Iris Murdoch) - 1969
Novel
Collection: Dreams of love
Tribute to: Murdoch, Iris 
 

Zywa Ergot

Farewell Mother Earth
You nourish me and let me
experience what you are

in the illusion of myself
in which I think I exist
fickle and partly hardened

My goodbye is involuntary
there are still fronts where fighting is going on
I don't want morphine, rather give me acid

then I'll let go
surrender to the truth
of the illusion of the all

Because as long as I'm there
of course I am
one with what I am not

Poem 3762
Amsterdam, 2021-04-28
Claviceps purpurea (Ergot) and Hyoscyamus niger (Henbane) were used as a psychedelic agent (LSD) respectively in Eleusis (1500 BC - 400 AD) and Pompeii (650 BC - 79 AD)
LSD = LysergSäure Diethylamid

Collection: Metamorphic body
 

Un usual day,

the butterfly sleeps, dreaming --


off into the dark.


G/een dag als anders,K/ein Tag wie immer,
de vlinder ligt te slapen --der Schmetterling schläft, träumt sich --

droomt het donker in.in die Dunkelheit.

Poem S1118
Amsterdam, 2020-12-28
Butterfly (Rowwen Hèze) - 2003
Song "Vlinder" (album "Dageraad")
About the murder of Nicky Verstappen (1987-1998)

Collection: Em Brace
Tribute to: Rowwen Hèze 
 

He grins in the pain

of his wounds grown stiff, takes death --


as an aspirin.


Hij grijnst in de pijnEr grinst mal im Schmerz
van zijn wonden, neemt de dood --seiner Wunden, nimmt den Tod --

als aspirientje.als Aspirinchen.

Poem S1092
Amsterdam, 2020-11-27
For Whom the Bell Tolls (Ernest Hemingway) - 1940
Novel
Collection: Human excess
Tribute to: Hemingway, Ernest 
 

In his hand, he held

the other hand, feeling blood --


gushing out and out.


Hij hield zijn hand losEr hielt seine Hand
in de hand, voelde het bloed --in der Hand, spürte das Blut --

uit, uit– zich gutsen.aus, aus– sich spritzen.

Poem S1085
Amsterdam, 2020-11-26
Out, Out- (Robert Frost) - 1916
Poem ("McClure's" [July 1916], collection "Mountain Interval")
Collection: Stream
Tribute to: Frost, Robert 
 

Often it's: waiting,

for everyone present and --


the dying person.


Vaak is het: wachten,Es ist oft: Warten,
voor ieder die er bij is --für alle, die dabei sind --

en de stervende.und den Sterbenden.

Poem H2823
Amsterdam, 2020-11-12
Circumstances (Koos van Zomeren) - 2020
Novel "Omstandigheden"
Collection: Actively Passive
Tribute to: Van Zomeren, Koos 
 

It is our last chance

of contact, we say nothing:


my hand on his hand.


Onze laatste kansDie letzte Kontakt
op contact, we zeggen niets:möglichkeit, wir sagen nichts --

mijn hand op zijn hand.und halten Händchen.

Poem H2651
Amsterdam, 2019-12-26
Love for Father (P.F. Thomése) - 2019
Novel "Vaderliefde", chapter 7
Collection: Finethreads
Tribute to: Thomése, Pieter Frans 
 

Zywa Gliding away

I think Grandpa knew what dying is
Would he have understood as a child
how it goes, what it means?
Unfortunately, he was unable to explain it to me

He slipped away, slowly quickly

In Rouen, I saw a painting
with yellow light: two boys
in a boat, a candle at their feet

cut lame and bandaged
Their story has become an image
of dying: the crossing

the mind loses its sharpness
volatilises in mists over the water
It is romance, there is no boatman
punting, but there is an other side

Poem 2183
Amsterdam, 2019-03-25
Painting "Les énervés de Jumièges" ("The de-nerved of Jumièges" / "The sons of Clovis")
Collection: I am
Tribute to: Luminais, Évariste-Vital 
 

Zywa In past and impossible

After others I see myself
dying between these walls
whirling through the day

like a butterfly, too fragile
to be able to enjoy
what life is offering

I still have my wings
In the brighter colours
of midazolam and morphine

that distort the world
past and impossible
are melted

into heaven and fear
of pain that I do not feel
until I wake up frightened

from the emergency cries
of my broken body
that calls for redemption

Poem 2040
Amsterdam, 2019-01-20
Palliative sedation
Collection: Moons
 

They're combing their hair

for a long time, to prepare --


a beautiful death.


Langdurig kammenLange kämmen sie
ze hun haar, tot ze klaar zijn --sich, bis sie bereit sind für --

voor een mooie dood.einen schönen Tod.

Poem H1854
Amsterdam, 2017-11-05
Thermopylae (Raymond Carver) - 1989
Poem from the collection "A new path to the waterfall"
Collection: Willegos
Tribute to: Carver, Raymond 
 

Zywa This last night

This last night
is quite common

her death too

little things in the house
only now catch my eye

in the slow meantime
in which I walk in and out

from her bedroom
to the others

who are waiting
it only takes a night

and we are still alive

Poem 1168
Amsterdam, 2017-03-09
The last night that she lived (Emily Dickinson) - 1866
Poem (Franklin #1100, Johnson #1100)
Collection: Moons
Tribute to: Dickinson, Emily 
 

Zywa Alone in the house

She fell down the staircase
an ordinary staircase, in the hall
the newspaper is on the table
the bed is in the living room

Her face has a blush
it's an ordinary face, no bruises
not a single muscle that winks
A sleeping beauty

More and more she dreamed
of the past, asked me what
life was like, then, and said
come, let's have another one!

My memories with her smile
her so familiar body
that I leave here, at night
soulless alone in the house

Poem 1167
Amsterdam, 2017-03-09
Annie dK (1938-2015)
Collection: Moons
Dedicated to: Annie dK 
 

Zywa The sky a star

The closing of the sky is the last
I see, only my air bubbles
can escape, I myself am floating

down weightlessly
not sinking, not drowning
fading slowly

feeling nothing when I land
on the deep bottom of the sea
which reflects in the water

as a dark well shaft
the circle of light just a point
a star in my eternal night

Poem 1118
Amsterdam, 2017-03-04
Snell's window - 1621
Collection: WoofWoof
Tribute to: Snel, Willebrord 
 

Zywa Waterpit

Four organs depart together
They stride with trailing legs
dashing but arduous
They wear the hats
of higher authority

Their trailing legs reach
backwards, longer and thinner
Their shoulders drop down
diagonally forward

They fall, the high top hats
crawl ahead with arms
swinging and mowing
through sand becoming weak
and mudding into water

Floundering, they draw
smaller and smaller circles
A smooth skin of water encloses them
and pits in, erasing everything in waves

Poem 1070
Amsterdam, 2017-02-23
Four organs (Steve Reich) - 1970
Composition, performed in the Organpark on October 6th, 2012, and October 9th, 2011
Collection: ORG anp ark 
Composer: Reich, Steve 
 

Zywa Seven Seals

Dying is rarely gentle, but
nobody is retelling it

Muscles don't think but do so much
their best to save the doomed body
that you on the contrary perish

with hellish torture, because
all of a sudden time slows down

to eternity while
on the strokes of the last
hour the sky starlessly

gets black from a new sun, which swells
up to redeeming nothingness

Please forget this, live as if
seven seals protect you
Forget there comes an end

and how then

Poem 1031
Amsterdam, 2017-02-17
Joost Langeveld improvises in the Organpark, with images of the Apocalypse
Collection: ORG anp ark 
 

Zywa Away without notion

There is a small chance
of a gentle death
You don't want to know

Rather do you believe
in a heavenly hand
that makes everything right

For some, that comes true
They lose blood and slip
away without notion

where they are, united
with all, they float
breathing calm and peaceful

Somewhere there is pain
something urgent
but what

they are not aware -
their sweat, their shivers
and their last floundering

They are lucky, they are not afraid
in the dark that embeds them
They see almost nothing

only a tunnel of light

Poem 1032
Amsterdam, 2017-02-17
Collection: BloodTrunk 
 

Zywa No victim

Dredged up, laid to dry
between walls of fire and villagers

watch, dogs lick their lips
Now it's up to me

to be brave
to know whom to trust

not wanting to avenge
anything, not to be an offender

Now it's up to me
whether I want to delay

the inevitable, against better judgment
hoping for a saviour so I won't

have to dare the impossible
Now it's up to me

to dare
to die

Poem 916
Amsterdam, 2016-12-25
Collection: On living on [2]
 

That my sweetheart walks

the dog alone from now on --


Is that it? Dying?


Dat mijn lief alleenDass mein Schatz fortan
de honden uitlaat voortaan --alleine den Hund rauslässt --

Is dat het? Doodgaan?Ist es das? Sterben?

Poem H0597
Amsterdam, 2013-10-03
The ultimate second (Simon Vestdijk) - 1942
Poem "De uiterste seconde", written in internment camp Sint-Michielsgestel
Collection: Inmost [2]
Tribute to: Vestdijk, Simon 
 

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