Love means giving your-

self completely, otherwise --


it would be friendship.


Liefde is jezelfLiebe ist, sich ganz
helemaal geven, anders --hinzugeben, andernfalls --

zou het vriendschap zijn.wäre es Freundschaft.

Poem H6204
Amsterdam, 2026-04-17
My struggle 6. The End (Karl Ove Knausgård) - 2011
Autobiographical novel "Min Kamp. Sjette bok" (translated 2018), part 8 - Mid-August 2009, Malmö
Collection: Writing
Tribute to: Knausgård, Karl Ove 
 

Quite invitingly,

he confides to me that our --


spouses kissed again.


Als uitnodigingAls Einladung sagt
vertrouwt hij mij toe, dat zij --er vertraulich: sie haben --

elkaar weer kusten.sich wieder geküsst.

Poem H6057
Amsterdam, 2026-01-20
Within the skin (Han Voskuil) - 2009
Autobiographical novel "Binnen de huid" (written 1964-1967), chapter 25 - February 3rd, 1955, Deventer
Collection: Elude
Tribute to: Voskuil, Han 
 

Is there too little

kissing? Because you only --


can do it at home?


Wordt er te weinigGibt es zu wenig
gekust? Mag je het helaas --Küsse? Ist das leider nur --

alleen binnenshuis?zu Hause erlaubt?

Poem H5644
Amsterdam, 2025-06-28
With a photo of Paul, Dory, and Alexander on a IJ ferry (May 8th, 1993, Amsterdam)

Paul, Dory, Alexander

Collection: More
Dedicated to: Lotte W 
 

Zywa Spring Tragedy

Wanting to enjoy
everything, forever
wanting and having
to celebrate, I sing
your name

A procession
In the past it was with goats
the billy goats, satyrs, people
who celebrate, I sing
your name

You are not there
Your sighs are not
in my arms, and no
liberating laugh, I sing
your name

Poem 5566
Amsterdam, 2024-10-16
Maria turns 42
'Tragedy' = (he-) goat song, satyr-song during the procession of the Thracian and Macedonian Dionysus Festival, in which, in comic scenes, vines were planted and the beginning of spring was celebrated

Collection: Pending rain
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
 

In between I look

into the garden, hoping --


we'll be silent now.


Tussendoor kijk ikZwischendurch schau ich
naar de tuin, het zou fijn zijn --in den Garten und hoffe --

als we nu zwegen.dass wir jetzt schweigen.

Poem H4926
De Koog, 2024-09-22
Requiem for a friend (Han Voskuil) - 2002
Novel "Requiem voor een vriend", chapter 1986-1988, July 12th, 1987 The Hague, Han and Lousje Voskuil, and Jan Bruggeman ('Breugelman')
Collection: Frustration
Tribute to: Voskuil, Han 
 

We talk searchingly,

confidentially, as if --


we are weaving dreams.


Aftastend pratenAbtastend reden
we, vertrouwelijk, alsof --wir, sehr vertraulich, als ob --

we dromen weven.wir Träume weben.

Poem H4442
Amsterdam, 2024-01-15
The Storm / The drowned (Margriet de Moor) - 2005
Novel "De verdronkene", § 1-8
Collection: Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the years 2000-2009
Tribute to: De Moor, Margriet 
 

Zywa In me, in you

Cherish me, shelter me
embrace me with your attention
     your blood wants to
     warm me skin on skin

Peace in me, your hand radiates
from afar into my belly
     I am not alone
     not a day, not a thought

Your spiritual body is with me
your heart follows mine
     in desire
     in love

Breathe with me and come
soon to hug me
     don't postpone and come
     to me, close to me

Poem 4733
Amsterdam, 2022-10-18
Collection: Dearme
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
 

I unravel us,

paralysed you are waiting --


until it's over.


Ik ontrafel ons,Ich entwirre uns,
verlamd zit jij te wachten --du wartest bewegungslos --

tot het voorbij is.bis es vorbei ist.

Poem S1450
Amsterdam, 2022-07-05
Like it or not - Faxing to Ger #4 (Nicolien Mizee) - 2021
Diary-novel "Hoog en laag springen - Faxen aan Ger #4"
Collection: In the shadow
Tribute to: Mizee, Nicolien 
 

Zywa Intimacy

Only experiences count
now that every day matters:
new activities
beauty to the full

and attention to me
The rest, I clear out
What I have saved for years
I throw away neatly

in wrapping paper
or I fold flowers from it
witch will get dusted
in memory

of my company
our meetings
which cannot wait
We give each other

this day, everything
that can be intimate between
people in the passing
of an ordinary day

I do the fun things
that everyone says
he'd like to do, with you
and you and you and you

Poem 4301
Amsterdam, 2022-02-07
Collection: Dearme
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
 

Zywa My soul has tender skin

No matter how good it is
as it is, still I long
to feel and make it feel
that we are intimate friends

My soul has tender skin
when we physically feel
the love we feel
and the fierce passion

we smile together with it
My skin has hands
for intimacy, for you
tight against me

fingertips for
gently sparing
the delicate spots
and heartfelt contentment

Poem 3967
Amsterdam, 2021-09-30
Collection: More
 

Zywa Groping for each other

What you experience, I experience
through your stories, it becomes also my
also my memory, my identity

Your desire, your delight
is also my emotion, my need
my reason of subsistence

The love that embraces you
also warms me, the love
you miss, also saddens me

With you, I follow the choices
that you make, regardless which
choices I would make myself

Your confusion, your searching
confuses me, makes me grope
where you are, on my side

We embrace life
the secrets of our bodies
We embrace, embrace each other

Poem 3935
Amsterdam, 2021-09-20
Collection: I am
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
 

Zywa Keeping on

Today you are touchably
close to me, your scent
a cheek against my cheek
our hands free

upon each other's warmth
friendship feels like that
without words
without question

There is always so much
to share, so much
that we know and do not dare
to know, do not dare to despair

It's still going well
enough, we want to
keep it, keep on
repeating it

our arms tight around
each other, around the skin
the blood and the bones
of our souls

Poem 3850
Amsterdam, 2021-06-28
Collection: Dearme
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
 

Friends master the art

of just being together --


with no need to talk.


Vrienden beheersenFreunde beherrschen
de kunst om samen te zijn --die Kunst, zusammen zu sein --

zonder te praten.ohne zu reden.

Poem H2944
Amsterdam, 2021-04-28
Collection: Untwisted
 

You are familiar,

I always see how you feel --


yet I do not know.


Je bent me vertrouwd,Du bist mir vertraut,
ik kan zien hoe jij je voelt --ich sehe, wie du dich fühlst --

toch weet ik het niet.doch ich weiß es nicht.

Poem H2852
Amsterdam, 2020-12-12
Collection: More
 

Since she got married

I don't know her anymore --


none of her secrets.


Mijn vriendin trouwde,Seit ihrer Heirat
we kennen elkaar niet meer --kennen wir uns nicht, nicht mehr --

elkaars geheimen.die Geheimnisse.

Poem S1012
Amsterdam, 2020-05-07
Crusoe's Daughter (Jane Gardam) - 1985
Novel
Collection: Moist glow
Tribute to: Gardam, Jane 
 

She brushes her hair

and I sit and read to her --


from my diary.


Ze borstelt haar haarSie bürstet sich die
voor het raam, ik zit en lees --Haare, ich sitze da und --

voor uit mijn dagboek.ich lese ihr vor.

Poem H1947
Amsterdam, 2017-12-30
Diary 1977-1978 (Frida Vogels) - 2014
"Dagboek 1977-1978" - June 24th, 1978, Bologna
Collection: Helices
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida 
 

Zywa Two-part

When he cried, I listened
I looked at him without

saying anything, I don't know what
time it was, whether it was busy

in the street, in what kind of room
we were, I didn't look or listen

past him, his words were
low and slow, like a bass

in my silence
and later

my questions sang
as a cello, along

with his story and my feelings
accompanied his grief

That's how we walked through the pain together
Nothing else

Poem 1476
Amsterdam, 2017-08-02
Collection: Without reserve
 

Zywa Moon with eyes

Barbara and Lo keep me awake
they sleep so pinkly
on the couch

their words of tonight are still flowing

I see my face
in the window like a moon
with eyes

the night is clearly
frozen time
a dream

of sleeping friendship
and a full moon
with eyes

above the icy river

Poem 1176
Amsterdam, 2017-03-10
Sisters of mercy" (Leonard Cohen) - 1968
Song
Collection: Moons
Tribute to: Cohen, Leonard 
 

Zywa The small world

When my friend comes
I don't have to do
anything to make things
happen, shamelessly

we are who we want to be
we let warm breaths
play with happiness
in our blood, and exchange

words for bites
of peace in our belly
- the small world
   of contentment

   in the big world
   of striving -
until we are satisfied
and stop laughing

Poem 620
Amsterdam, 2016-04-05
Collection: More
 

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