At home, the ceiling

sweats thick drops in the heat, as --


if it were raining.


In de hitte zweetIn der Hitze schwitzt
het plafond dikke druppels --die Decke dicke Tropfen --

alsof het regent.als regnete es.

Poem H6347
Amsterdam, 2026-06-29
Almost crashed (Marcel Van Roosmalen) - 2026
Column "Bijna neergestort", in the NRC of June 29th, 2026
Collection: Within the walls
Tribute to: Van Roosmalen, Marcel 
 

The red sun burns in

the windows of the city:


everything is lost.


De avondzon brandtDie Abendsonne
in de ramen van de stad:brennt in den Fenstern der Stadt:

alles verloren.alles verloren.

Poem H3965
Amsterdam, 2023-07-22
A thousand meters (Antonia Pozzi) - 1937
Poem "Mille metri", written to Emilio Comici on September 20th, 1937
"la tua città coi vetri in fiamme [..] Dove hai lasciato le tue vesti, i volti delle ragazze, i remi?" ("your city with windows on fire [..] Where did you put your clothes, the faces of the girls, the oars?")

Collection: After the festivities
Tribute to: Pozzi, Antonia 
 

In narrow alleys,

people cling close together --


escaping the sun.


In smalle stegenIn engen Gassen
klitten de mensen samen --drängen sich die Menschen, von --

verlost van de zon.der Sonne befreit.

Poem H3848
Amsterdam, 2023-06-11
Collection: Local interest
 

Heat: I want to be

at home, on my own.. lightly --


inhabited isle.


Bij hitte wil ikHitze: ich möchte
thuis zijn, op mijn eigen.. licht --nach Hause, auf meine dünn --

bewoonde eiland.bewohnte Insel.

Poem H3825
Amsterdam, 2023-05-19
A lightly inhabited island - Faxing to Ger #5 (Nicolien Mizee) - 2022
Diary novel "Een licht bewoond eiland - Faxen aan Ger #5", June 18th, 2000
Collection: In the shadow
Tribute to: Mizee, Nicolien 
 

The sun takes a stand

in the middle of the street --


breathing burning hot.


De zon gaat middenDie Sonne steht da,
op de straat staan, roodgloeiend --mitten auf der Straße, rot --

zijn hete adem.sein heißer Atem.

Poem H3506
Amsterdam, 2022-10-17
Landscape with suns (Tomas Tranströmer) - 1996
Poem "Landskap med solar" (collection "Sorgegondolen")
Collection: May the Might
Tribute to: Tranströmer, Tomas 
 

The city cooker

boils the air and the heron --


loses its feathers.


De zon kookt de luchtIn der Stadtpfanne
in de stadspan, de reiger --kocht die Luft und der Reiher --

verliest haar veren.verliert schon Federn.

Poem S0968
Amsterdam, 2019-11-16
The Heron (Kate Moore) - 2019
orkest de ereprijs (The Prize Orchestra)
Collection: ORG anp ark 
Composer: Moore, Kate 
 

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The scarecrow has fallen
dried up in the heat
of the hibiscus days

The flowers rust
the forest is coppice
and my blood turns sour

Fabric softener does not help
dandruff and flakes everywhere
itchy beard stubble

Sore bones, sleep deprivation
the smell of melting rubber
ashes of dead fungi

The pounding of the sun

Poem 2203
Amsterdam, 2019-04-13
Collection: PumicePieces
 

The dog steps backwards,

presses her chin on the earth --


and looks at the sun.


De hond stapt terug,Der Hund tritt zurück,
drukt zijn kin op de aarde --drückt sein Kinn auf der Erde --

en kijkt naar de zon.schaut auf die Sonne.

Poem H0008
Amsterdam, 2011-11-17
Collection: NightWatch
 

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