Poem H4869 Amsterdam, 2024-08-23 The Black Prince (Iris Murdoch) - 1973 Comical novel, A Celebration of Love, part One Collections: Dreams of love, WriteWiser signage Tribute to: Murdoch, Iris
The things I suspect
always turn out to be truths --
that can be trusted.
Als ik iets vermoed,
Was ich vermute,
is dat altijd een waarheid --
ist immer eine Wahrheit --
die betrouwbaar is.
die verlässlich ist.
Poem H3917 Amsterdam, 2023-07-02 The wrinkles of Esther Ornstein - The history of a neglect (Simon Vestdijk) - 1959 Novel "De rimpels van Esther Ornstein - De geschiedenis van een verzuim", chapter 3-3 (AD 1922) Collection: Inmost [1] Tribute to: Vestdijk, Simon
Rather than your love
I wish to tell you carefree --
whatever I think.
Liever dan liefde,
Lieber als Liebe,
wil ik onbekommerd jou --
würde ich sorglos sagen --
zeggen wat ik denk.
was ich mir denke.
Poem S0868 Amsterdam, 2019-05-07 The china shop - Faxing to Ger #2 (Nicolien Mizee) - 2018 Diary-novel "De porseleinkast - Faxen aan Ger" Collection: In the shadow Tribute to: Mizee, Nicolien
Zywa
Bees' habit
There is silence in me
which is not there
in the middle of 50,000
Irish bees
who are a black cloak
around my pale skin
My body is their heart
It is beating faster
from their poison, I feel
connected, one
with life, one
with spring
the loud buzzing
of love here on earth
upon me
within me
Poem 2155 Amsterdam, 2019-03-14 Springtime (Jeroen Eisinga) - 2010 Performance in 2010-2011 Collection: Lilith's Powers Tribute to: Eisinga, Jeroen
Zywa
I was alone
In the early morning, I received the truth
a clear sound
I searched and saw no one, not even the light
of an angel, it was quiet and I was alone
with the truth, that calmly awaited
what I would do and didnt make a sound
It was just there, and I saw clearly
what was hidden from me before:
the truth was big, when I looked away
I still saw it in the corners of my eyes
I couldn't ignore the truth
My thoughts ran around and my heart
was pounding and I wished
I could give it away to someone
but I love the people I know
too much to give them unasked
such a present, I was ashamed
of myself in the light of the truth
my heart skipped a beat
and I wondered why I got it
and from whom, a friend, an enemy?
I did not know, I did not know what to do
Poem 1673 Amsterdam, 2018-02-14 Collection: Metamorphic body