We're not together,

but write the more lovingly --


You're so dear to me!


We zijn niet samen,Wir leben getrennt,
maar schrijven des te mooier --und schreiben umso schöner --
Jij bent me zo lief!Du bist mir so lieb!

Poem S2480
Amsterdam, 2024-12-15
The Green Knight (Iris Murdoch) - 1993
Novel, chapter 4 Eros
Collection: Unspoken
Tribute to: Murdoch, Iris 
 

He's gone, I linger

about in our shared past where --


he is still with me.


Hij is weg, ik blijfEr ist weg, und nur
hangen in ons verleden --in unsrer Vergangenheit --
waar hij nog steeds is.kann ich bei ihm sein.

Poem H4965
Amsterdam, 2024-10-08
Forceps (Ellen Deckwitz) - 2024
Column "Verlostang", in the NRC of October 8th, 2024
Collection: Death on Cast
Tribute to: Deckwitz, Ellen 
 

I missed you a lot,

I miss you, these years of life --


we have sadly missed.


Ik heb jou gemist,Ich hab dich vermisst,
ik mis je, levensjaren --ich vermisse dich, Jahre --
hebben we gemist.haben wir verpasst.

Poem S2246
Amsterdam, 2024-07-01
Collection: Pending rain
Dedicated to: Tessel vB 
 

Every day I think

about your life without me:


my meditation.


Ik denk elke dagJeden Tag denk ich
aan jouw leven zonder mij:an dein Leben ohne mich --
mijn meditatie.Ich meditiere.

Poem H4439
Amsterdam, 2024-01-13
Notting Hill - 1999
Film (screenplay Richard Curtis, direction Roger Michell)
Collection: Moons
Tribute to: Curtis, Richard; Michell, Roger 
 

Escaped from the cage:

be happy, clear and free, yet --


I wish you were here...


Ontsnapt uit de kooi:Frei aus dem Käfig,
wees gelukkig, vrij, en toch --glücklich, hoffe ich, und doch --
Was je nog maar hier...Wärst du nur noch hier...

Poem S2089
Amsterdam, 2024-01-08
Wish you were here (Roger Waters, Pink Floyd) - 1975
Song (lyrics Roger Waters, music David Gilmour and Roger Waters; album "Wish you were here")
Collection: Within the walls
Tribute to: Waters, Roger; Pink Floyd 
 

People celebrate

the astronauts on the moon --


who'd like to join in.


De mensen vierenDie Leute feiern
feest om de astronauten --die Astronauten, leider --
Die zijn er niet bij.sind sie nicht dabei.

Poem S2082
Amsterdam, 2024-01-04
recently (Anjet Daanje) - 2016
Novel "jl." (the title also refers to Juno Linnaarts), chapter July 21st, 1969
Collection: No wonder
Tribute to: Daanje, Anjet 
 

I press your shadow

close to me and I become --


a shadow myself.


Ik druk jouw schaduwIch drücke deinen
heel dicht tegen mij aan en --Schatten nah an mich, werde --
word ook een schaduw.so selbst zum Schatten.

Poem S2076
Amsterdam, 2023-12-30
To the mysterious (Robert Desnos) - 1926
Poem "À la mystérieuse" from the collection "Corps et biens" (1930)
Collection: Em Brace
Tribute to: Desnos, Robert 
 

The empty chair may

not be my father's chair, but --


I do miss him now.


De lege stoel isEin leerer Stuhl, nicht
wel niet mijn vaders stoel, maar --der meines Vaters, dennoch --
ik mis hem nu toch.vermisse ich ihn.

Poem H4159
Amsterdam, 2023-09-16
Empty chairs (Wende Snijders) - 2023
Song "Lege stoelen" (album "Sterrenlopen)
Collection: VacantVoid
Tribute to: Snijders, Wende 
 

I cannot hear you,

only the waves, wind sometimes --


but nowhere your voice.


Ik hoor jou niet meer,Die Wellen, manchmal
alleen de golven, wind soms --Wind, deine Stimme aber --
maar nergens jouw stem.hör ich nirgendwo.

Poem H3535
Amsterdam, 2022-10-27
Louder! So I can hear you (Laura Bokhoven) - 2022
Documentary
Collection: Stall
Tribute to: Bokhoven, Laura 
 

Then, the world stands still

at the wall of the prison:


someone calls a name.


De wereld staat stilDie Welt steht still vor
voor de muur van het tuchthuis:der Mauer des Zuchthauses:
iemand roept een naam.ein Name erklingt.

Poem S1508
Amsterdam, 2022-09-13
Drawn to Perspective (Charles Simic) - 1982
Poem (collection "Austerities")
Collection: VacantVoid
Tribute to: Simic, Charles 
 

In the dead of night

I hear the rain murmuring --


and it's about you.


Midden in de nachtMitten in der Nacht
hoor ik regen prevelen --höre ich Regen lispeln --
Het gaat over jou.und es geht um dich.

Poem H3375
Amsterdam, 2022-07-13
Sleepless in the middle (Hanny Michaelis) - 1957
Poem "Slapeloos in het hol" (collection "Water uit de rots")
Collection: Over
Tribute to: Michaelis, Hanny 
 

Zywa With thoughts

While I'm writing
I miss him in private
press him firmly and gently
against me
make him surrender

to my hands
to the blissful all
also feel him while I'm reading
and make him feel that
we are intimate friends

Words are nothing
if they don't touch
Contact is nothing
not intimacy
without a thought

Thoughts are channels
giving direction to our lives
and making us feel
what we feel, feel
that we are not alone

Poem 3959
Amsterdam, 2021-09-27
Collection: WoofWoof
 

Whenever the clock

strikes you'll feel the vibration --


how much I miss you.


Bij elke klokslagWenn die Glocke schlägt
zul je de trilling voelen --wirst du die Schwingung spüren:
hoezeer ik je mis.ich vermisse dich.

Poem S1062
Amsterdam, 2020-10-03
The Pillow Book (Sei Sh?nagon) - 1002
Diary "Makura no S?shi" #225
Collection: Shelter
Tribute to: Shonagon, Sei 
 

Awake, from the cold

next to me, my warmth absorbed --


by the free pillow.


Wakker, van de kouWach, von der Kälte
naast me, het lege kussen --neben mir: dein Kissen, es --
neemt mijn warmte weg.nimmt mir die Wärme.

Poem H2337
Amsterdam, 2018-12-21
Niniveh (Jamaica) is active on PoemHunter.com
Collection: Greeting from before
Dedicated to: Niniveh 
 

Zywa Love alone

Hours alone, living small
in a hotel room
without dying

going crazy or
staying behind
alone forever

like hell and purgatory
in the evening
on the stage

I do miss my children here
beside me on the bed, my love
my life without drama

without the decisive end
from which the audience wants to learn
to understand what life is

Poem 1473
Amsterdam, 2017-08-02
Hotel room (Edward Hopper) - 1931
Painting
Film "Shirley: visions of reality (2013, Gustav Deutsch)

Collection: NightWatch
Tribute to: Hopper, Edward; Deutsch, Gustav 
 

Zywa Foghorn

People don't see me
they do not touch me, but
their dodging bawls at me:
Do you think we are pathetic?

Without expensive clothes
handmade shoes
arms full of beautiful friends
and the favours of a VIP?

Without keys to a villa
the brilliance of grand plans
and favours to hand out
Don't you call that life?


Shivering, I smile
at the boy in the Annex
who serves tea and looks back to see
if I happen to take notice of him

He reminds me
of something and somewhere
of my emptiness
and you

Poem 999
Amsterdam, 2017-02-09
Vaison-la-Romaine
Collection: Untwisted
 

Zywa The sails

My darling is gone
the earth pushes tidal
tears up through the sand

sails in the east
round me, signs
upon them, I walk

for miles
to spartina and seepweed
and fro to the beacon

build a stone tower there
break stone for stone
read word for word, listen

and build writing and
singing sentence for sentence
our love again

Poem 848
Amsterdam, 2016-10-28
Ameland
Collection: Local traffic
 

The real pain only

comes after saying goodbye:


the separation.


De echte pijn komtDer wahre Schmerz kommt
pas na het afscheid nemen:erst nach der Verabschiedung:
het gescheiden zijn.der Schmerz der Trennung.

Poem H0805
Amsterdam, 2014-02-25
Whisper (M. Vasalis) - 1954
Poem "Sotto voce" (collection "Vergezichten en gezichten")
Collection: Em Brace
Tribute to: Vasalis, M. 
 

On the beach I think

about our days here, and you --


blow away again.


Op het strand denk ikAm Strand denke ich
aan onze vakanties hier --an unsere Zeit hier, und --
en weer waai jij weg.wieder wehst du weg.

Poem H0571
Amsterdam, 2013-09-24
Collection: Moons
 

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