Winter, no colours,

migratory birds and leaves --


The crow caws louder.


Winter, geen kleuren,Winter, keine Zug-
trekvogels en ruisend blad --vögel, Blätter und Farben --

De kraai krast luider.Die Krähe krächzt laut.

Poem H6275
Amsterdam, 2026-05-23
Winter (Karl Ove Knausgård) - 2015
Autobiographical novel "Om vinteren", part 1, chapter 'December', § 'Winter sounds' - Glemmingebro (near Ystad)
Collection: Writing
Tribute to: Knausgård, Karl Ove 
 

In winter I hear

myself too much, it is so --


quiet everywhere.


In de winter hoorIm Winter höre
ik mezelf te veel, zo stil --ich mich selbst zu viel, es ist --

is het overal.überall so still.

Poem H6276
Amsterdam, 2026-05-23
Winter (Karl Ove Knausgård) - 2015
Autobiographical novel "Om vinteren", part 1, chapter 'December', § 'Winter sounds' - Glemmingebro (near Ystad)
Collection: Writing
Tribute to: Knausgård, Karl Ove 
 

We filter the grey

light with red silk ribbons and --


swaying Christmas balls.


We filteren hetDas düstere Licht
grijze licht met een wiegend --filtern wir mit dem Vorhang --

kerstballengordijn.aus Weihnachtskugeln.

Poem H5514
Amsterdam, 2025-05-26
With a photo of Christmas balls in front of the window (December 20th, 2012, Amsterdam)

Curtain

Collection: Pending rain
Dedicated to: Lotte W, Madelief dK 
 

Winter evenings at

home, a faint light from outside --


faint sounds blowing by.


WinteravondenWinterabende
thuis, een vaag licht van buiten --zu Hause, schwaches Mondlicht --

vage geluiden.schwache Geräusche.

Poem H5128
Amsterdam, 2024-12-12
Collection: Local tardiness
 

The wind blows, the trees

are bare and wet, the full moon --


glides pale behind them.


Het waait, de bomenDie Bäume sind kahl
zijn kaal, de volle maan glijdt --und der Vollmond gleitet blass --

bleek achter hen langs.hinter ihnen her.

Poem H4280
Amsterdam, 2023-11-12
Look, the moon shines through the trees (Jan Pieter Heije) - 1861
Title of the Sinterklaas-song "Zie, de maan schijnt door de bomen" (music Jan Viotta)
Collection: The Note Tree
Tribute to: Heije, Jan Pieter 
 

The black trees, so bare,

short, and even more eerie:


this total silence.


De zwarte bomen,Die schwarzen Bäume,
kaal en nog griezeliger:kahl und noch unheimlicher:

totale stilte.völlige Stille.

Poem H4105
Amsterdam, 2023-09-04
Collection: PumicePieces
 

The hall: enchanted

by the fragilely tinkling light --


in the icicles.


De hal: betoverdDer Flur: verzaubert
door breekbaar tingelend licht --vom spröde klingelnden Licht --

in de ijspegels.in den Eiszapfen.

Poem H3813
Amsterdam, 2023-05-07
Icicles & Rays (Tatiana Koleva) - 2023
Composition for overdubbed vibraphone and live electronics, performed by herself in the Organpark on May 7th, 2023, November 29th, 2023, and March 14th, 2026
Collection: org ANP ark 
Composer: Koleva, Tatiana 
 

In a tangle are

the snowflakes dancing about:


winter mosquitoes.


Warrelig dansenWirbelig tanzen
de sneeuwvlokken om en om --die Schneeflocken umherum --

als wintermuggen.wie Wintermücken.

Poem H3302
Amsterdam, 2022-05-23
Winter mosquitoes (Guido Gezelle) - 1896
Poem "Wintermuggen" (collection "Rijmsnoer om en om het jaar", 1897)
Collection: Held True
Tribute to: Gezelle, Guido 
 

I bite in the fur

collar of my thick jacket --


in iron-hard cold.


Ik bijt in de kraagIch beiße in den
van mijn dikke winterjas --Kragen meiner Pelzjacke --

in keiharde kou.in harter Kälte.

Poem H3211
Amsterdam, 2022-03-01
Otmar's sons (Peter Buwalda) - 2019
Novel "Otmars zonen"
Collection: Blankets of snow
Tribute to: Buwalda, Peter 
 

Zywa The Sacrificial Child (End of winter)

It's the old story:
Everything Becomes New
Everything Becomes Young,
so cruel
is the beauty of life

which sacrifices adults
to their fault
their most grievous fault
of ageing

They still can stay, wise
and competent or not
if they give up their place
earlier than they are ready

Maybe they will then understand
that they also have jockeyed for
position in the past, and even worse
that nobody has benefited from it

so that sacrifices to youth do not exist
There are only real needs to sacrifice
the wasting ego to, and let's hope
there will be hospitable compassion

Poem 4165
Amsterdam, 2021-11-30
Collection: The Yellow House Museum
 

Zywa The Child on the Mountain (Early winter)

The rhythm of the seasons
keeps my heartbeat in balance
if I go with it

and don't lazily indulge
in the provisions
in an easy chair in winter

but put on a coat
and go out, over mountains
or meadows for views

without walls
with a warm sun
in the centre

of my body
expanding my mind
with the landscape

Poem 4160
Amsterdam, 2021-11-29
Yijing (I Ching) #56: the Wanderer
Collection: The Yellow House Museum
 

Zywa The Child of Peace (Wintertime)

In the transition time
it is peace for a while
To combat each other
the old powers are too weak

and the new ones still too small -
infants in the nude
who endear and
temporarily disarm everyone

in the pitiful awareness
that this nudity will lose
its innocence to the desires

that proliferate in the growth
of body and mind and
that can disrupt lives
as if a war is going on

It will cost a lifetime
of missed opportunities
to become old and wise
and allow peace

Poem 4162
Amsterdam, 2021-11-29
Collection: The Yellow House Museum
 

I wish it was spring,

the snow has got pallid skin --


with deep grooves in it.


Werd het maar lente,Wär es nur Frühling,
de sneeuw krijgt een vale huid --die Haut des Schnees wird fahlgrau --

met diepe groeven.mit tiefen Rillen.

Poem S1262
Amsterdam, 2021-10-12
Collection: Heart's Delight
 

Winter in Moscow:

straw bales in the public parks --


around the statues.


Winter in Moskou:Winter in Moskau:
strobalen in de parken --Strohballen in den Parks, rund --

rondom de beelden.um die Statuen.

Poem H2259
Amsterdam, 2018-08-01
The beginning of spring (Penelope Fitzgerald) - 1988
Novel
Collection: Em Brace
Tribute to: Fitzgerald, Penelope 
 

January, still

the days are dark and short, still --


there are Christmas lights.


Januari, nogJanuar, immer
zijn de dagen kort, nog steeds --noch kurze Tage, immer --

zijn er kerstlichtjes.noch Weihnachtslichter.

Poem H1984
Amsterdam, 2018-01-25
Collection: Local tardiness
 

Zywa Leaking into new blood

All the waste is blowing
in the same direction
Over wet snow

hot and cutting grass
dry leaves
It gets dark

and light again
dark and light, the sky
wears the spores

frozen, burned
to invisible
the earth, the earth

fertilizes the powders:
leaking into new blood
between skin and bones

feeling flesh in the wind
over the wet, the hot
cutting and dry existence

Poem 1091
Amsterdam, 2017-02-28
Debris and alchemy (Kate Moore) - 2009
Composition, performed by Ensemble Klang in the Organpark on November 21st, 2009 and October 25th, 2014
Collection: ORG anp ark 
Composer: Moore, Kate 
 

My father has died,

there are winterdays to come --


which slowly lengthen.


Mijn vader is dood,Mein Vater ist tot,
er komen winterdagen --doch bald werden die Tage --

die langzaam lengen.sich langsam längen.

Poem H0270
Amsterdam, 2012-04-23
My father died on November 30th, 1004
Collection: Life line 
 

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