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Jan Lauwereyns

A FEW WEEKS AND A FEW YEARS LATER

The corpse could not deny what it was it was
past the dog began to bark more often than before

the man began to think more often than before

about his poor dear lovely wife
his one and only lady love of many years who

was lost which did not mean she’d vanished

he bought a blue guitar he read he studied started
stroking his dog more often than before he said hello

to people in the morning sun hello to things he sang

of chair and table and pencils puppets pans and pins
useless pointless and important crucial for her too.

ENKELE WEKEN EN ENKELE JAREN LATER

ENKELE WEKEN EN ENKELE JAREN LATER

Het lijk kon niet ontkennen wat het was het was
voorbij de hond begon veel vaker dan vroeger
 
te blaffen de man begon veel vaker dan vroeger te denken
 
aan zijn arme lieve mooie vrouw
zijn enige echte zijn dame van vele jaren die
 
verloren was maar daarom niet verdwenen
 
hij kocht een blauwe gitaar hij las hij leerde begon
veel vaker dan vroeger zijn hond te aaien groette
 
de mensen ‘s morgens groette de dingen zong van stoel
 
en tafel en pennen poppen pannen pincetten
zinloos absurd en nodig broodnodig ook voor haar.
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A FEW WEEKS AND A FEW YEARS LATER

The corpse could not deny what it was it was
past the dog began to bark more often than before

the man began to think more often than before

about his poor dear lovely wife
his one and only lady love of many years who

was lost which did not mean she’d vanished

he bought a blue guitar he read he studied started
stroking his dog more often than before he said hello

to people in the morning sun hello to things he sang

of chair and table and pencils puppets pans and pins
useless pointless and important crucial for her too.

A FEW WEEKS AND A FEW YEARS LATER

The corpse could not deny what it was it was
past the dog began to bark more often than before

the man began to think more often than before

about his poor dear lovely wife
his one and only lady love of many years who

was lost which did not mean she’d vanished

he bought a blue guitar he read he studied started
stroking his dog more often than before he said hello

to people in the morning sun hello to things he sang

of chair and table and pencils puppets pans and pins
useless pointless and important crucial for her too.
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Gemeente Rotterdam
Nederlands Letterenfonds
Stichting Van Beuningen Peterich-fonds
Ludo Pieters Gastschrijver Fonds
Hendrik Muller fonds
Lira fonds
J.E. Jurriaanse
Literature Translation Institute of Korea
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