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George Szirtes
HENRYK ROSS: YELLOW STAR
HENRYK ROSS: GELE STER
Vanzelf kijken we naar die ene gele ster,geen wijze zal 'm ooit na reizen.
Kromme mannetjes in capes, een grimassende vrouw
met holle wangen, ogen vol afgrijzen.
We kijken, kijken totdat we een gat
in het papier branden. Wat kunnen we leren
van hun verdwijning, het gaat ons verstand te boven.
We laten ze verteren.
© Vertaling: 2009, Rob Schouten
HENRYK ROSS: YELLOW STAR
The eye is drawn to that single yellow starthat no wise man will follow.
The hunched men in caps, the grimacing woman
her eyes screwed up, cheeks hollow.
We look and look again until we burn a hole
in the paper. We strive to learn
from their resignation but it is beyond us.
We let them burn.
From: In the Face of War
Publisher: Bloodaxe Books, Tarset
Publisher: Bloodaxe Books, Tarset
George Szirtes
(Hungary, 1948)
George Szirtes was born in Hungary in 1948, but fled during the Hungarian Uprising of 1956 to England, where he studied at the art academies of London and Leeds before establishing himself as a painter. In addition, he wrote poetry. His first collection The Slant Door, written in his adopted mother tongue, appeared in 1979.
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HENRYK ROSS: YELLOW STAR
The eye is drawn to that single yellow starthat no wise man will follow.
The hunched men in caps, the grimacing woman
her eyes screwed up, cheeks hollow.
We look and look again until we burn a hole
in the paper. We strive to learn
from their resignation but it is beyond us.
We let them burn.
From: In the Face of War
HENRYK ROSS: YELLOW STAR
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