Dawn is breaking, dark

grains of sand, stained with his blood --


I am not looking!


Het wordt dag, donkerDämmerung, dunkler
zand: de vlekken van zijn bloed --Sand, befleckt mit seinem Blut --

Ik kijk er niet naar!Ich sehe nicht hin!

Poem S3002
Amsterdam, 2025-11-10
The spilled blood (Federico García Lorca) - 1935
Poem "La sangre derramada" - Llanto por [torero] Ignacio Sánchez Mejías
Collection: Human excess
Tribute to: García Lorca, Federico 
 

The dead who are dear

to me sometimes touch me, but --


then I push them back.


Dierbare doden:Die Lieben Toten
soms raken ze me aan, maar --berühren mich, aber ich --

ik duw hen terug.stoße sie zurück.

Poem H5907
Amsterdam, 2025-08-30
You're still alive, you stand on the mountain of dead people (Frida Vogels) - 1994
Verse "Jij leeft nog, je staat op de berg doden", published in the collection "De harde kern 3" ("The hard core 3" [part XI, Deceased]), and in "Diary 1974-1976" (2013) - July 25th, 1974, Bologna
Collection: Overwritten
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida 
 

Yes, I live, they don't,

or they do not live for me --


I won't forget them.


Ja, ik leef, en zijIch lebe, und sie
leven niet, of niet voor mij --nicht, oder nicht für mich. Ich --

Ik vergeet hen niet.vergesse sie nicht.

Poem H5759
Amsterdam, 2025-07-30
Those who are dead and those who are dead to me (Frida Vogels) - 1994
Verse "Wie dood zijn en wie voor mij dood zijn", published in the collection "De harde kern 3" ("The hard core 3", part VII [Acquiescence]), and in "Diary 1964-1965" (2008) - January 28th, 1965, Bologna
Collection: Self-portraits
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida 
 

Zywa R.I.P.

May the dead rest in peace
we say, the rest
of dreamless sleep

in the afterlife
of limbo
during the tedious wait
for the thereafterlife
of heaven

Perhaps that is
purgatory: idleness
till eternity, Amen

May the dead rest in peace
we say, the unrest
of our memory
which knows it is too late
to undo what has been done

Perhaps that is
life: being restless
until death

Poem 5503
Amsterdam, 2024-04-16
R.I.P. = Rest in peace, from: Psalm 4:8 "I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for thou, LORD, only makest me dwell in safety"
Now and ever, (and) unto ages of ages. Amen: Psalm 89:52 "Blessed be the LORD for evermore. Amen, and Amen" (used as conclusion of 'the Lord's Prayer', Luke 11:2-4)

Collection: Summer birds
 

Flat pillar of salt,

my fixed image of mama --


Beloved photo.


Platte zoutpilaar,Flache Salzsäule,
mijn zilten beeld van mama --fixiertes Bild von Mama --

Dierbare foto.Kostbares Foto.

Poem H4102
Amsterdam, 2023-09-02
Ivory guardians (Simon Vestdijk) - 1951
A photo is an image fixed in salt compounds
Novel "Ivoren wachters", chapter II (and V and XVII)

Collection: Inmost [2]
Tribute to: Vestdijk, Simon 
 

Zywa Monument Streets

The Knitting Needles Museum
has a prudish name
that frightens the schoolchildren
and obscures the oppression
of desperate and raped women

The torture museum
and the war museum also
lack the inspiration
from a muse
They are monuments

and should be called that
With the unbuilt museums
of destroyed art and
ancient cultures, they can
fill a street in any city

Ecce homo, behold man
the noble beast, the master
of things and nothings -
virtual and vanished
worlds that are unlivable

Poem 4915
Amsterdam, 2023-01-04
Collection: PumicePieces
 

I think of you, now

and then you come and you go --


without a whisper.


Ik denk aan jou, nuIch denke an dich,
en dan kom je en ga je --dann und wann kommst und gehst du --

en je geeft geen kik.ohne einen Mucks.

Poem S1324
Amsterdam, 2022-01-31
After the death of your life companionr
Collection: Heart's Delight
 

There are still traces

of you, scratches and hollows --


and new articles.


Er zijn nog sporenEs gibt noch Spuren
van jou, krassen en leegtes --von dir, Kratzern und Leere --

en nieuwe spullen.sowie neues Zeug.

Poem S1325
Amsterdam, 2022-01-31
After the death of your life companion with dementia
Collection: The Yellow House Museum
 

He once chose this stone

on a beach -- so beautiful


and so my brother.


Ooit koos hij dezeJemals wählte er
steen uit, ergens op een strand --am Strand diesen Stein -- so schön

Zo mooi, zo mijn broer.und so mein Bruder.

Poem H3094
Egmond aan Zee, 2021-10-27
The Book and the Brotherhood (Iris Murdoch) - 1987
Novel
Collection: Stall
Tribute to: Murdoch, Iris 
 

The buried people

are present in the silence --


rustling in the wind.


Begraven mensen,Tot und begraben,
aanwezig in de stilte --in der Stille anwesend --

ruisend in de wind.im Wind noch rauschend.

Poem H2632
Amsterdam, 2019-11-23
Collection: Greeting from before
 

For their family,

dead people are the same size --


as in their lifetime.


Voor hun familieFür Familien
zijn de doden even groot --sind die Toten gleich so groß --

als toen ze leefden.wie zu Lebzeiten.

Poem H2605
Amsterdam, 2019-11-11
The unexpected wealth of Altena (Jan van Mesbergen) - 2019
Novel "De onverwachte rijkdom van Altena"
Collection: Being my own museum
Tribute to: Van Mesbergen, Jan 
 

Zywa My table

There is a shortage of chairs
around my table, in the house
for the cousins who died

young, the old family
members and the friends from everywhere
who stayed to live here

in absent presence
letting me experience
warmth, cold and wind intensely

on the heartbeat of the Force
in my body, in my meetings
at my table in the house

of my awareness, my serious
adventure of giving and taking
they wished for me

and that I will wish for you:
that death is not the end
that life goes on

Poem 1547
Amsterdam, 2017-09-12
Collection: The Yellow House Museum
 

My old aunt: amidst

many family members --


in black photo frames.


Mijn oude tante:Die alte Tante:
midden in haar familie --inmitten der Familie --

in fotolijstjes.in Fotorahmen.

Poem H1787
Amsterdam, 2017-09-01
Family portraits (Frida Vogels) - 2006
Poem "Familieportretten”, published in "Diary 1958-1959" - February 5th, 1958, Delft
Collection: Beyond the Cape
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida 
 

Who and what perish

quite quickly, then the bones do --


But the name is tough.


Wie en wat vergaanWer und was vergeht
al gauw, daarna de botten --schnell, dann die Gebeine. Doch --

Maar de naam is taai.die Name ist zäh.

Poem H1540
Vaison-la-Romaine, 2016-10-09
Collection: The King
 

Zywa Memory in a half-stone

The half-stone of friendship remains
even if you are complete without me
and it is true

what a wise friend read
in the lines of your hand

even if you would never
think of me again

Poem 24
Amsterdam, 2005-08-02
A symbolon (symbol) is an agreed identification between guest friends, for example one part of a stone broken in half
(1970-1985)

Collection: Life line 
Dedicated to: Jan Aart K 
 

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