The Blind Leading The Blind (Lisel Mueller)

Bij de 8e zondag door het jaar


De blinde leidt de blinden door David Teniers de Jonge, ca. 1655 (naar Domenico Fetti)


The Blind Leading The Blind

Take my hand. There are two of us in this cave.
The sound you hear is water; you will hear it forever.
The ground you walk on is rock. I have been here before.
People come here to be born, to discover, to kiss,
to dream and to dig and to kill. Watch for the mud.
Summer blows in with scant of horses and roses;
fall with the sound of sound breaking; winter shoves
its empty sleeve down the dark of your throat.
You will learn toads from diamonds, the fist from the palm,
love from the sweat of love, falling from flying.
There are a thousand runoffs. I have been here before.
Once I followed the thread unrolled by a voice
and when I returned my nails had grown into claws.
Once I fell off a precipice. Once I found gold.
Once I stumbled on murder, the thin parts of a girl.
Walk on, keep walking, there are axes above us.
Watch for occasional bits and bubbles of light,
birthdays for you, recognitions: yourself, another.
Watch for the mud. Listen for bells, for beggars.
Something with wings went any against my chest once.
There are two of us here. Touch me.


Lisel Mueller (Hamburg, 8 februari 1924)
De Michaelskirche in Hamburg


Zie voor de schrijvers van de 3e maart ook mijn volgende blog van vandaag.


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