I like to camp here

in my tent behind the bed --


where I sleep at night.


Ik bivakkeer graagIch zelte gerne
in mijn tent achter het bed --hinter dem Bett, in dem ich --

waar ik 's nachts in slaap.nachts schlafen gehe.

Poem H5502
Amsterdam, 2025-05-24
With a photo of Lotte taken during a video call (November 30th, 2014, Grossdietwil)

Lotte

Collection: The climbing house
Dedicated to: Lotte W 
 

Cake through the sight hole

into the coffin, hurrays --


through the telephone.


Door het kijkgat taartKuchen durch das Schau-
het graf in, hoera, klinkt het --loch in den Sarg, mit Hurras --

door de telefoon.durch das Telefon.

Poem H5492
Amsterdam, 2025-05-23
Miner Louis Luypaerts from Hechtel celebrates his 43rd birthday in 1974 in a coffin, where he lies for 101 days to get into the Guinness Book of World Records; he loses 1 kilo during that time
Collection: Local tardiness
 

The boys in the boat,

in the shade of umbrellas:


ready for sailing.


Jongens in een bootJungs in einem Boot
paraplu's naar de zon, klaar --im Schatten ihre Schirme:

om weg te zeilen.bereit zum Segeln.

Poem H2809
Amsterdam, 2020-10-11
A fishing boat (Wanli Yang) - 1200
Collection: SoulSenseSun
Tribute to: Yang, Wanli 
 

Zywa Where the adventure begins

In the eyes of the child
I read what it thinks of me
what it sees or guesses, how
I can be a lioness

can be everyone's friend
in word and deed
ready every day
jumping over any ravine

to the place where I want to be
finding of itself new questions
in the eyes of that child
with which an adventure begins

Poem 2826
Amsterdam, 2020-03-23
Daydream - 1882
Poem "Sueño despierto"
Collection: Untwisted
Tribute to: Marti, José 
 

Children run around

in the ruins of the war --


it's a nice playground.


Kinderen rennenDie Kinder rennen
in het puin van de oorlog --herum in Kriegsruinen --

een fijne speelplaats.ein schöner Spielplatz.

Poem H2642
Amsterdam, 2019-12-05
I played in ruins (Anselm Kiefer) - 2019
"I played in ruins" is a statement by Anselm Kiefer in various interviews, 2013-2019
Collection: SoulSenseSun
Tribute to: Kiefer, Anselm 
 

Passing the puddle,

the adventure: is it flat --


or bottomless deep?


Om het avontuurDas Abenteuer
heen lopen: is de plas plat --in der Pfütze: ist sie flach --

of bodemloos diep?oder bodenlos?

Poem H2252
Amsterdam, 2018-07-03
The puddle (Wislawa Szymborska) - 2002
Poem "Kaluza" (collection "Chwila")
Collection: Appearances
Tribute to: Szymborska, Wislawa 
 

A Jolly Roger

swings its way through the reed beds --


The ducks flutter up.


Een piratenvlagDurch das Röhricht schwankt
schommelt door de rietkragen --eine Piratenflagge --

De eenden vluchten.Die Enten fliehen.

Poem H0306
Amsterdam, 2012-07-04
Collection: PumicePieces
 

The kite keeps pulling

me away from the beacon --


mum's picnic basket.


De vlieger trekt mijDer Drachen zieht mich
steeds verder van het baken --weiter von der Bake weg --

mama's picknickmand.Mamas Picknickkorb.

Poem H0251
Amsterdam, 2012-03-28
Collection: Migration
 

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