Lucille Clifton, Rafael Chirbes, Teju Cole, Frank O’Hara, Paul Laurence Dunbar, E. J. Potgieter, Kees Ouwens, Dawud Wharnsby, João Guimarães Rosa

De Amerikaanse dichteres en schrijfster Lucille Clifton werd geboren in New York op 27 juni 1936. Zie ook alle tags voor Lucille Clifton op dit blog.

Shapeshifter Poems

1
the legend is whispered
in the women’s tent
how the moon when she rises
full
follows some men into themselves
and changes them there
the season is short
but dreadful shapeshifters
they wear strange hands
they walk through the houses
at night their daughters
do not know them

2
who is there to protect her
from the hands of the father
not the windows which see and
say nothing not the moon
that awful eye not the woman
she will become with her
scarred tongue who who who the owl
laments into the evening who
will protect her this prettylittlegirl

 
Lucille Clifton (27 juni 1936 – 13 februari 2010)

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Dolce far niente, Frank O’Hara, Tom Lanoye, Jeanette Winterson, Kristien Hemmerechts

Dolce far niente

 

 
Badende Jünglinge door Ludwig von Hofman, 1905

 

The Bathers

After the immersion and the stance
how the blood bubbles like a firefly!
and the many flies come clipping through
the cumulus. Paradise melts its wings,

the shingle shows a red flag, lit,
incandescent, and chattering forth.
Crushing as always the pale leaves
of children’s feet, the shells crush,

the petals thrash, a lifeguard weeps
for his dead mother who has just sailed on.
Rumpling and rolling over, the rain
dumps its burden of restraint stonily,

without pressure from above. Be it killing
or caressing, the unhappy bathers moan
and remonstrate, hurtling through indifferences
and colors. On the sandbar lovers

hound each other to the salt, afraid of
neither running paralyzed nor trembling
hung, longing only to drift totally
in the garrulous frequency of their immanence.

Striding like statues the tremendous
arches, partially concealed by sunlight,
bounce. From barges grey with carrion
seem to rise the frenzied-whimpers of those

who are not thrusting their cheeks
against the wicker chests of heroes and
Desdemonas. Shall they drown that passion
they remember best? glinting and passing,

that discord scratching them a future
white-embossed and streaked? The delicacy
of birds eating fleas, so the sand may have
an eye at last, that crater and that sun.

 

 
Frank O’Hara (27 juni 1926 – 25 juli 1966)
Baltimore Beach. Frank O’Hara werd geboren in Baltimore.

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