I fold my hands, so

I've something to hold on to --


and they're not empty.


Als ik mijn handenIch falte meine
vouw geven ze mij houvast --Hände, so geben sie mir --

en zijn ze niet leeg.Halt und sind nicht leer.

Poem H5632
Amsterdam, 2025-06-24
It's a matter of folding hands (Ellen Deckwitz) - 2012
Poem "Het is een kwestie van handen", collection "Hoi feest" ("Hi party")
Collection: Death on Cast
Tribute to: Deckwitz, Ellen 
 

Who and what am I?

In my own eyes, in your eyes?


And in spider eyes?


Wie en wat ben ik?Wer und was bin ich?
In mijn ogen, de jouwe?In meinen Augen, deinen?

In spinnenogen?In Spinnenaugen?

Poem H5159
Amsterdam, 2025-01-08
a word child (Iris Murdoch) - 1975
Novel, chapter Saturday [1]
Collection: Longing and Loss
Tribute to: Murdoch, Iris 
 

Is my guilt feeling

vanity over the loss --


of my self-esteem?


Is mijn schuldgevoelIst mein Schuldgefühl
ijdelheid om het verlies --Eitelkeit für den Verlust --

van eigenwaarde?meiner Selbstachtung?

Poem H4837
Amsterdam, 2024-08-07
Henry and Cato (Iris Murdoch) - 1976
Novel, part Two, The Great Teacher
Collection: Longing and Loss
Tribute to: Murdoch, Iris 
 

Don't believe people,

they are mad, because you know --


you are of sound mind.


Geloof mensen niet,Glaub den Leuten nicht,
ze zijn gek, want je weet dat --sie sind verrückt, denn du weißt --

jij verstandig bent.du bist bei Verstand.

Poem H4699
Amsterdam, 2024-06-14
Victory City (Salman Rushdie) - 2023
Novel "Victory City" [Vijayanagar >> Bisnaga, based on Fatehpur Sikri ('Victory City', near Agra), the capital of Emperor Abdul-Fath Jalaluddin 'Akbar' (= 'the Great' >> 'Akbar the Great')], part 2 Exile, chapter 12
Collection: Wind
Tribute to: Rushdie, Salman 
 

Zywa Fairied

An evil fairy in mother
is making it hard for me:
school, pocket money and so many

rules of getting up and coming
home on time. I can be angry
too, for all fairy's sake!

Daddy thinks I'm difficult
he doesn't listen. I need glasses
and the oculist says I don't

just like mother who always wants to know
everything, because she doesn't believe me
so why should I still

tell what I'm doing? As if
I am no good yet. But the boys
do know better, so let me

have fun, by fairied, how
else can this possibly be
the best time of my life!

Poem 1502
Amsterdam, 2017-08-09
Collection: The Big Secret
Dedicated to: Tess vB 
 

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