I long for a house

of my own, but tired I fall --


asleep as a guest.


In een eigen huisIch möchte bloß ein
wil ik wonen, maar vermoeid --Zuhause, schlafe aber --

slaap ik in als gast.müde ein als Gast.

Poem S2827
Amsterdam, 2025-08-03
Avoiding the place where others have already settled (Frida Vogels) - 1994
Verse "De plaats vermijden waar anderen zich reeds vestigden", published in the collection "De harde kern 3" ("The hard core 3", part VIII [Authorship], and in "Diary 1964-1965" (2008) - December 25th, 1965, Bologna
Collection: Self-portraits
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida 
 

They're liberated,

not me, since I'm a guest here --


so I slip away.


Het land is bevrijd,Das Land ist befreit,
ik niet, want ik ben te gast --nicht ich, weil ich ein Gast bin --

Zachtjes sluip ik weg.Ich schleiche davon.

Poem S2767
Amsterdam, 2025-07-14
There had been heavy fighting: on the plateau (Frida Vogels) - 1994
Verse "Er was hard gevochten: op het plateau", published in the collection "De harde kern 3" ("The hard core 3", part II [Paris]) - October 20th, 1952, Paris
Collection: ThereFrom
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida 
 

In my vacation,

back at work for a moment --


like an outsider.


In mijn vakantieWährend des Urlaubs
even terug op het werk --mal zurück bei der Arbeit --

als een vreemdeling.fast wie ein Fremder.

Poem H3709
Amsterdam, 2023-02-06
The Office - The A.P. Beerta Institute (Han Voskuil) - 1998
Novel "Het Bureau - Het A.P. Beerta-Instituut"
Page 274, Maarten Koning and Manda Kraai (1976)

Collection: Frustration
Tribute to: Voskuil, Han 
 

You know the feeling

of not belonging, being --


different, a guest.


Iedereen kent hetDu kennst das Gefühl
gevoel: er niet bijhoren --nicht dazuzugehören --

anders zijn, een gast.anders zu sein, Gast.

Poem S1289
Amsterdam, 2021-11-30
Twice a Woman (Harry Mulisch) - 1975
Novel "Twee vrouwen"
Collection: Thinkles Lusionless
Tribute to: Mulisch, Harry 
 

A guest: carefully

she settles into a chair --


she does not know yet.


Een gast: voorzichtigEin Gast: vorsichtig
gaat ze zitten op een stoel --setzt sie sich auf einen Stuhl --

die ze nog niet kent.den sie noch nicht kennt.

Poem H2758
Amsterdam, 2020-07-02
Entering (Joke van Leeuwen) - 2016
Poem "Binnenkomst" (collection "Het moet nog ergens liggen")
Collection: The Note Tree
Tribute to: Van Leeuwen, Joke 
 

Zywa 1.5m water

We swarm across the border
where the threshold was a wall
the guards are large-sighted
the farmers plow on

We push our way out of the cold
through the roses on the right, the lilies on the left
red and white the leaves
swirling behind us

We are many
more tomorrow
thunder rolls through the clouds
the children become restless

the parents get them home
on the way, they still glow
with freedom, at home
they close the doors

with infected hands
there is not enough soap
and not enough stock
to keep us at bay

We escape time and time again
nail open new houses
dive inside
and unleash a flood

Poem 3023
Amsterdam, 2020-06-29
Covid-19 pandemic, Social distancing
The virion enters the cell with an S-spike glycoprotein (spike-shaped protrusion)

Collection: Changing Times
 

Zywa The Promised Land

It is a fact, not a favour, to be born
outside a ghetto, wasteland or slum town:

no one should reprove me
for not having cultivated the field myself
not having paved the roads and eating fruit
from trees that I have not planted

It is a fact, no a fault, to be born
inside a ghetto, wasteland or slum town:

no one should reprove me
for having come here
on roads that I haven't paved
to work in other people's fields

and to eat the fruit
of trees that I have not planted

Poem 1992
Amsterdam, 2018-12-15
Collection: The King
 

Zywa Too hot to sleep

I am bored, but the view
of the city at night
is beautiful, still

too hot to sleep or count
the skyscrapers, the stacks
of illuminated windows

My hand waves goodnight
Would anyone be looking at me?
I squint my eyes

to peeping telescopes
then I cast them down again
to read a little, insights

I already had, but can not rhyme
right now, with the world
that keeps me awake

If only I could sleep, dream
of light towers in the desert
without being there myself

Poem 1943
Amsterdam, 2018-11-29
Collection: Migration
 

The guests are coming,

but I hide in the bushes --


until they have left.


De gasten komen,Die Gäste kommen,
ik verberg me in de tuin --ich verstecke mich schnell, bis --

tot ze weer weg zijn.sie wieder weg sind.

Poem S0605
Amsterdam, 2017-12-21
It was a celebration. The long-awaited day dawned (Frida Vogels) - 2013
Poem " 't Was feest. De lang verwachte dag brak aan", published in "Diary 1974-1976" - October 17th, 1974, Bologna1
Collection: Overwritten
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida 
 

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