Lévi Weemoedt, Alfred Douglas, Doris Lessing

De Nederlandse dichter en schrijver Lévi Weemoedt, pseudoniem van Isaäck Jacobus van Wijk, werd geboren in Geldrop op 22 oktober 1948. Zie ook mijn blog van 23 oktober 2006.

 

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Vanmorgen sloeg de poes ineens aan ’t zingen.

‘’k Zat aan ’t ontbijt en staarde radeloos in de thee.

0! ’t Was een treurig lied vol jeugdherinneringen:

van een geliefde en een wandeling aan zee.

 

Plots viel de hond in met een diep neerslachtig janken:

ach! van een setter stond zijn hartje zó in brand

maar zij was doodgereden; van die kranke

liefde rees hij nooit meer uit zijn mand …

 

Vóór ik het wist begon m’n eigen keel te zwellen

en huilde ik mee met de beschuitbus in mijn hand.

Die was van Bolletje, de thee was van Van Nelle;

maar van rnijn tranen was Jeanett’ de fabrikant.

 

0! ’t Is geen leven meer voor deze vrijgezellen;

als dat zo doorgaat bung’len zij aan boord of band;

welk jong, knap meisje, dat kan koken en verstellen

stelpt nu hun leed, en schrijft een brief naar deze krant?

 

 

 

Een huis vol

 

Ik ben getrouwd met Treurigheid,

woon samen met verdriet.

Krijg soms bezoek van Eenzaamheid

maar helpen doet dat niet.

 

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Lévi Weemoedt (Geldrop, 22 oktober 1948)

 

De Engelse dichter en schrijver Alfred Douglas werd geboren in Ham Hill in Worcestershire op 22 oktober 1870. Zie ook mijn blog van 22 oktober 2006.

 

The Green River

 

I know a green grass path that leaves the field
And, like a running river, winds along
Into a leafy wood, where is no throng
Of birds at noon-day; and no soft throats yield
Their music to the moon.
The place is sealed,
An unclaimed sovereignty of voiceless song,
And all the unravished silences belong
To some sweet singer lost, or unrevealed.

So is my soul become a silent place…
Oh, may I wake from this uneasy night
To find some voice of music manifold.
Let it be shape of sorrow with wan face,
Or love that swoons on sleep, or else delight
That is as wide-eyed as a marigold.

 

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Alfred Douglas (22 oktober 1870 – 20 maart 1945)
Krijt en pastel tekening door Sir William Rothenstein, Oxford, 1893

 

De Britse schrijster Doris Lessing werd geboren in Kermanshah, Perzië op 22 oktober 1919. Zie ook mijn blog van 11 oktober 2007 en mijn blog van 22 oktober 2006.

Uit: The Golden Notebook

The two women were alone in the London flat.

‘The point is,’ said Anna, as her friend came back from the telephone on the landing, ‘the point is, that as far as I can see, everything’s cracking up.’

Molly was a woman much on the telephone. When it rang she had just inquired: ‘Well, what’s the gossip?’ Now she said, ‘That’s Richard, and he’s coming over. It seems today’s his only free moment for the next month. Or so he insists.’

‘Well I’m not leaving,’ said Anna.

‘No, you stay just where you are.’

Molly considered her own appearance—she was wearing trousers and a sweater, both the worse for wear. ‘He’ll have to take me as I come,’ she concluded, and sat down by the window. ‘He wouldn’t say what it’s about—another crisis with Marion, I suppose.’

‘Didn’t he write to you?’ asked Anna, cautious.

‘Both he and Marion wrote—ever such bonhomous letters. Odd, isn’t it?’

This odd, isn’t it? was the characteristic note of the intimate conversations they designated gossip. But having struck the note, Molly swerved off with: ‘It’s no use talking now, because he’s coming right over, he says.’

‘He’ll probably go when he sees me here,’ said Anna, cheerfully, but slightly aggressive. Molly glanced at her, keenly, and said: ‘Oh, but why?’

It had always been understood that Anna and Richard disliked each other; and before Anna had always left when Richard was expected. Now Molly said: ‘Actually I think he rather likes you, in his heart of hearts. The point is, he’s committed to liking me, onprinciple—he’s such a fool he’s always got to either like or dislike someone, so all the dislike he won’t admit he has for me gets pushed off on to you.’

‘It’s a pleasure,’ said Anna. ‘But do you know something? I discovered while you were away that for a lot of people you and I are practically interchangeable.’

‘You’ve only just understood that?’ said Molly, triumphant as always when Anna came up with—as far as she was concerned—facts that were self-evident.

In this relationship a balance had been struck early on: Molly was altogether more worldly-wise than Anna who, for her part, had a superiority of talent.”

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Doris Lessing (Kermanshah, 22 oktober 1919)