Life used to revolve
around us when we were young --
Today it still does.
"Het tankstation op de route" - 2 ("The filling station on the route" - 2, 2013, Jan Baeke)
Splashing, dashing waves
in the shoaled harbour: a ship --
it is sailing past.
Travel like a tree,
as if I'm always at home --
The world's coming past.
"Ziehende Landschaft" ("Moving landscape", 1955, Hilde Domin)
The nights are silent,
the ferries out of service --
everyone in bed.
The snow stops traffic,
all I can do is stand still --
with my own shadow.
Collection "Between where"
They say things must change
With me the whole world stands still
Life just stays the same
Nothing changes when you change nothing
Rainy days mud
my garden, the golden root is rotting
my wishing well spills over
I am spent
flaccid roads to the city
get me nowhere, no one wants
to pay for that, the world stands still
my little son is sleepwalking around me
by touch, cow and calf look
at me and frown, sighing
vapours muffled by the fine droplets
of rainy tears on the globes of my eyes
the sachets of water in which the world
always is upside down
a violet hangs and thinks:
mud will become waterproof
Golden root: Rhodiola Rosea, it grows in Siberia and is also called Roseroot
In French, the Viola tricolor is called “Pensée” (Thought)
Collection “Pending rain”