Thursday, May 30, 2019
Sunday, May 26, 2019
The Brown mug
The Brown Mug
As I contemplate
The brown mug,
,,
That I made some
Sixty years ago,
I feel vertigo -
Stare dizzily
Over life's panorama -
How times' topography
Has deceived us -
By its slow increments,
Time has made
A seamless passage,
Towards today.
Places people, family-
Rainbow bubbles
That hold us, then break -
And yet I remember
As a young man,
Centering the clay
On the spinning wheel -
Feel my fingers forming
The sides of the brown mug.
Wednesday, May 22, 2019
Thursday, May 16, 2019
Because I now have Nederlands citizenship I thought that I should make the effort to translate (with the help - lot of help from Maaike ) And anyway its great to see something translated ,it seems different ,often in a good way MAYBE I HAVE BEEN TRANSLATED !.
Rivier
De rivier stroomt
Door mijn aderen,
Op het ritme van
Mijn ademhaling -
Soms zingend in
Het zonnenlicht,
Dan weer verdwijnend
In donkere grotten -
De verborgen kracht
Die alles in leven houdt
In zijn goedheid ,
Drijvend -
Een concerto grosso -
Naar de oceaan
Van oneindigheid -
Wednesday, May 15, 2019
River
River
The river moves
Within me -
Through the arteries,
In the rhythm
Of my breathing-
Sometimes singing
In the sunlight
Or falling deep
Into dark caverns -
The hidden energy
That maintains
All livingness
In its beneficence -
Moving on and on
A concerto grosso -
Towards the ocean
Of its endlessness -
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