LAST SUNDAY
Snow came and melted
Right away in half a day.
Yaa, in this country seasons
Are inaccurate and quite confusing.
They seem to give up soon, for many reasons,
Without apology for their intrusions.
And our people in the streets seem not to care.
They rather worship and accept this unexpected seasons’ wrestling
And innocently just ignore the birds who really dare,
Building their homes on barren branches; hopefully nestling.
Snow came that day and melted right away.
And not one photo I could press to send to my sweet girl,
Who lives six hours later from where I always stay.
But she will be one time with me, when snowflakes swirl.
Mindert Warre/05/02/01
Ahad Lalu
Salju datang dan cair
Tepat di tengah hari
Ya, di negeri ini musim
Meleset dan meragukan
Agaknya dia kan berhenti segera, dengan berbagai alasan,
Tiada maaf bagi gangguan
Dan agaknya orang di jalanan tak peduli
Mereka lebih senang berdoa dan menerima pergulatan musim yang tak diharapkan
Dan dengan tulus menolak burung-burung pemberani
Membangun rumahnya di ranting telanjang, mengharapkan sarang
Salju datang hari itu dan mencair seketika
Dan tak satu pun foto kubuat untuk kekasih tercinta
Yang tinggal enam jam ke belakang dari tempatku selalu berada
Tapi sekali waktu dia kan bersamaku, kala kepingan salju turun berdansa
Mindert Warre/05/02/01
zaterdag, november 26, 2005
Sunday in autumn
This morning, looking out from windowglasses:
I thought:
There’s so much sun to welcome me today.
And it is Sunday; but I did not go to church.
Sharing that bit of weekend-laziness
With tabby-cat at home; God bless!
While having sun and warmth inside my house,
One learns that it should match with what you feel inside.
And “Yes”, this morning: I dressed in brand new blouse,
That covered all old bones, but face …: still in that light!
So swallowing that sun - as well as the fresh air. -
Into my bones, blouse, face and open eyes to stare,
Will every sunday be my guest, my friend, my heir.
I thought:
There’s so much sun to welcome me today.
And it is Sunday; but I did not go to church.
Sharing that bit of weekend-laziness
With tabby-cat at home; God bless!
While having sun and warmth inside my house,
One learns that it should match with what you feel inside.
And “Yes”, this morning: I dressed in brand new blouse,
That covered all old bones, but face …: still in that light!
So swallowing that sun - as well as the fresh air. -
Into my bones, blouse, face and open eyes to stare,
Will every sunday be my guest, my friend, my heir.
zaterdag, juli 30, 2005
Voor Rudie van den Hoofdakker
Als je slaapt
Weet je soms wel dat je slaapt
Er gebeurt dan wel het nodige
Tijdens dat slapen,
Weet je soms wel dat je slaapt
Er gebeurt dan wel het nodige
Tijdens dat slapen,
Maar weet je veel?
Want slaap is altijd een Onbekend vergezicht
Op wat er niet gebeurt
Dus slaap je.
MW/22 jan/02
Want slaap is altijd een Onbekend vergezicht
Op wat er niet gebeurt
Dus slaap je.
MW/22 jan/02
Summer in Holland
At eight AM.: my radio today,
Announced: ‘Bright sky, with rainfall later in the day.’
At noon: from office I went out without despair,
For a small lunchtime walk to sniff a bit of air.
At three: “no rain at all”; I hummed a bland refrain
From comfortable officechair, and weather not to blame.
At half past five: we had some wine and snacks, before the weekend starts
Not realising after five: how this wet climate farts.
MW/ 2001
(with respect to the English poet John Betjeman)
Announced: ‘Bright sky, with rainfall later in the day.’
At noon: from office I went out without despair,
For a small lunchtime walk to sniff a bit of air.
At three: “no rain at all”; I hummed a bland refrain
From comfortable officechair, and weather not to blame.
At half past five: we had some wine and snacks, before the weekend starts
Not realising after five: how this wet climate farts.
MW/ 2001
(with respect to the English poet John Betjeman)
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