[#RandomPoem 802]
Summer
Last summer, two discrete young snakes left their skin
on my small porch, two mornings in a row. [...]
I told my son
to stop with his incessant back-chat. I peeled
a banana. And cursed God—His arrogance,
His gall—to still expect our devotion
after creating love. And mosquitoes. I showed
my son the papery dead skins so he could
know, too, what it feels like when something shows up
at your door—twice—telling you what you already know.
[Robin Coste Lewis]
[#RandomPoem 648]
We Lived Happily During the War
And when they bombed other people’s houses, we
protested
but not enough, we opposed them but not
enough. I was
in my bed, around my bed America
was falling [...]
I took a chair outside [...]
In the sixth month
of a disastrous reign in the house of money
in the street of money in the city of money in the country of money,
our great country of money, we (forgive us)
lived happily during the war.
[Ilya Kaminsky]
[#RandomPoem 801]
Awaking in New York
Curtains forcing their will
against the wind,
children sleep,
exchanging dreams with
seraphim. The city
drags itself awake on
subway straps; and
I, an alarm, awake as a
rumor of war,
lie stretching into dawn,
unasked and unheeded.
[Maya Angelou]
[#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]
Reino