Poems by Hannie Rouweler

 
Poems by Hannie Rouweler
 
 
November song
 
On this November day, sunlight streams into the garden
after rain and strong wind, cats shooting away
over the soggy grass for a loud noise in the street, I think
of my mother when she sang in the kitchen.
 
They were Mary songs like oh Star of the Sea,
as a child I stayed in the living room, these were her
intimate moments of the day alone with herself
when the counter was almost removed from piles of plates.
 
The longer ago the closer
this old past that still hides somewhere in a skin
and springs from the sources of your own existence.
 
The stale days crawling through a wormhole
and as invisible satellites reveal this image to you,
time is a spinning top, colors are constantly changing.
 
 
Novemberlied
 
Op deze dag in november, zonlicht stroomt de tuin in
na regen en harde wind, katten over het zompige gras
wegschieten voor een hard geluid in de straat, denk ik
aan mijn moeder toen ze nog zong in de keuken.
 
Het waren Maria liederen zoals oh Sterre der Zee,
als kind bleef ik zitten in de woonkamer, dit waren haar
intieme momenten van de dag alleen met zichzelf
en het aanrecht bijna was verwijderd van stapels borden.
 
Hoe langer geleden hoe dichterbij
dit oude verleden dat nog ergens in een huid schuilt
en ontspringt aan de bronnen van je eigen bestaan.
 
De belegen dagen die door een wormgat kruipen
en als onzichtbare satellieten dit beeld aan je openbaren,
de tijd is een draaiende tol, kleuren verspringen voortdurend.
 
 
Rivers in Holland
 
The Netherlands. Waterland. Half of the country
is below sea level –
it can only become more with rivers
flowing through our flat land, they all depart
from afar, from neighboring lands that are high, mountains,
and in spring discharge the meltwater into our rivers
that flow slowly to the sea
as they meander through the land in slow curves.
 
About rivers, their banks, shrubs, length, breadth,
current, side branches, innumerable poems exist.
I add one because a river in the Netherlands
doesn’t resemble all other rivers. You see the curves in
the distance, with the naked eye you observe the other side:
a horizon surmounted by clouds in the shape of
dragons, dogs, detached islands being always visible.
 
 
Rivers in Holland
 
The Netherlands. Waterland. Half of the country
is below sea level –
it can only become more with rivers
flowing through our flat land, they all depart
from afar, from neighboring lands that are high, mountains,
and in spring discharge the meltwater into our rivers
that flow slowly to the sea
as they meander through the land in slow curves.
 
About rivers, their banks, shrubs, length, breadth,
current, side branches, innumerable poems exist.
I add one because a river in the Netherlands
doesn’t resemble all other rivers. You see the curves in
the distance, with the naked eye you observe the other side:
a horizon surmounted by clouds in the shape of
dragons, dogs, detached islands being always visible.
 
 
 

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