[#RandomPoem 800]
Like shadows of a musical theme
Like shadows of a musical theme(2 versions)
I turned up the brightness so I could kiss you
It was like going giant mode
Like a rabbit gave me advice
And I followed
And I would’ve fallen way down a deep hole
[...]
Back home the shine is nulled
Just shades of a musical theme
Or it could also be said
That it’s night
That I never left the mirror
May imagination always come before knowing
[Tilsa Otta]
[tr. Farid Matuk]
[#RandomPoem 799]
The Thing Is
to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
[...]
when grief weights you down like your own flesh
[...]
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.
[Ellen Bass]
[#RandomPoem 798]
Er was eens een meisje,
dat was heel verkouden,
en ze kon maar niet
ophouden.
Na een poosje
zei de dokter: “Roosje,
wees maar blij,
het is weer voorbij!”
[Annemieke Dekker]
[#RandomPoem 797]
What does wind stir in me
That stirs not in the tree ?
It stirs a farther hope.
Trees stand, but I shall run
Beyond that slope,
Beyond the sun,
And see,
Wind-swept, the spaces of eternity.
[Florida Watts Smyth]
[#RandomPoem 796]
A Palestinian Might Say
What?
You don’t feel at home in your country,
almost overnight?
All the simple things
you cared about,
maybe took for granted. . .
you feel
insulted, invisible?
Almost as if you’re not there?
But you’re there.
[...]
Yes, a wall. Ours came later but. . .
who talks about how sad the land looks,
marked by a massive wall?
That’s not a normal shadow.
It’s something else looming over your lives.
[Naomi Shihab Nye]
[#RandomPoem 795]
Kort bericht
Vanavond schrijf ik een gedicht
ik weet nog niet waar het
over gaat
misschien over jou en mij
misschien ook niet
daarom laat ik het hierbij
en kom morgen terug.
[Hannie Rouweler]
[#RandomPoem 755]
Lullaby
It was written in the stars:
A child is born.
From that moment on,
I only had eyes for you.
What a diff’rence a day made.
Since I fell for you,
Zing! went the strings of my heart.
You’re so nice to come home to:
Make believe. Tea for two.
Magic moments.
I’m glad there is you.
[...]
You’re my everything.
What is there to say?
All I do is dream of you.
There is no greater love.
[Carole Boston Weatherford]
[#RandomPoem 794]
At the end of the day
ain't nobody else
gonna walk in your shoes
quite the way you do.
[...]
In the cold winter chill
when the wind blows like hell
there's a way where there's a will.
Don't cry over milk that's spilled.
At the end of the day
ain’t nobody else
gonna walk in your shoes
quite the way that you do.
So be at peace with yourself
and keep a spring in your heel
and keep climbing that hill
and be at peace with yourself.
[Bill Fay]
[#RandomPoem 793]
Basje gaat naar buiten
Basje gaat naar buiten
Basje loopt buiten het hek!
Basje loopt onder de bomen!
O, en daar mag hij niet komen...
Wordt dat nu heus niet te gek?
Basje loopt buiten het hek
Moeder heeft pas nog gezegd:
Hier in de tuin mag je draven
Hier mag je spelen en graven
Nooit op de grote weg!
Moeder heeft 't pas nog gezegd
[...]
Oei, en daar mag hij niet komen
Ga naar je moeder toe, kom...
Basje, vooruit, draai je om!
[Annie M.G. Schmidt]
[#RandomPoem 792]
I Believe
Poetry, I tell my students,
is idiosyncratic. Poetry
is where we are ourselves
[...]
digging in the clam flats
for the shell that snaps,
emptying the proverbial pocketbook.
Poetry is what you find
in the dirt in the corner,
[...]
Poetry (and now my voice is rising)
is not all love, love, love,
and I’m sorry the dog died.
Poetry (here I hear myself loudest)
is the human voice,
and are we not of interest to each other?
[Elizabeth Alexander]
Reino