Norbert Krapf, Astrid Lindgren, Jonathan van het Reve, René de Clercq, Chloe Aridjis, Peter Orner, P.J. O’Rourke, Karla Schneider

De Amerikaanse dichter, schrijver en vertaler Norbert Krapf werd geboren op 14 november 1943 in Jasper, Indiana. Zie ook alle tags voor Norbert Krapf op dit blog.

Dogwoods and Redbuds for Rita

We come driving south
into the hills in the rain,
to settle you into the earth.

Dogwoods and redbuds for Rita,
white and pink in the woods
turning green with new leaves
unfurling everywhere sheath wet.

You suffered for so many years
the agony of trying to speak
we must send you off with
a gift of very few words,
our father’s baby sister,
last of ten children,
released at eighty-six.

We give you dogwoods and redbuds
in blossom and green leaves opening.
We give you gentle rain falling
on the rolling hills we love.

We give you dogwoods and redbuds
and rain falling on new leaves, Rita.

We form a choir of relatives
and sing thee to thy rest,

and sing thee to thy rest.

 

The Family Farm: for Wendell Berry

11.
Catalpa beans hang
dry as dead bones.
An old tractor stands
in the shed like
a sagging work horse
put out to pasture.
The hollyhocks and mums
no longer come up strong.
The silo wears stains
up and down its ribs,
the barn door
no longer closes,
and the coon hounds
have fallen asleep
forever beneath
the old walnut tree.

 
Norbert Krapf (Jasper, 14 november 1943)

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Jurga Ivanauskaitė, Fondane Benjamin, Eric Malpass, Taha Hussein, Aleardo Aleardi, Adam Oehlenschläger, Herbert Zand, Jakob Schaffner

 

De Litouwse schrijfster Jurga Ivanauskaitė werd geboren in Vilnius op 14 november 1961. Zie ook mijn blog van 14 november 2008 en ook mijn blog van 14 november 2009 en ook mijn blog van 14 november 2010.

Uit: The Red Dress (Vertaald door Kristina Sakalavičiūtė)

“Nora suddenly jumped up, locked the door and, throwing off the violet sweater and green skirt resolutely, grabbed the red dress and froze for an instant. Then, in a frenzy—as if someone were impatiently yelling at her to hurry—she began to dress, rushing, staggering, having difficulty getting into the sleeves. Getting into the fiery garb was not so simple, even though Nora was smaller than Elegija. The dress clung to her and outlined her body, emphasizing her breasts, pulling tight on her hips and thighs. It fell from her knees in tiny pleats, which spread on the floor like sharp tentacles. Nora looked at herself in the mirror, pulling back her black hair. It used to have a blue sheen, but now it became chestnut-colored because of the intensity of the red dress. She narrowed her eyes and smiled with satisfaction.
The inside of the dress was the opposite of its silky exterior. It was coarse and chafed her in a strange way. Nora thought it felt like a facial masque of egg whites and yeast that tightens on one’s face. She began to walk around the room, a trifle dissatisfied that the dress restricted her steps. She imagined Salome floating across the stage—not shuffling like Cho-Cho-San. Fortunately, she had another costume for the dance scene.
Suddenly, somebody knocked at the door. Nora started and rushed to take off the dress. But it was so tight it seemed almost impossible to pull off—the dress kept catching on her shoulders.
“Yes, my shoulders really are broader than Elegija’s,” Nora uttered, wriggling, squirming and crying out. The dress did not yield.
Someone was now persistently knocking at the door.
“Hey, Nor, open the door,” rang Vilija’s deep voice.”Stop fooling around.”

 

 
Jurga Ivanauskaitė (14 november 1961 – 17 februari 2007)

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