Poem
Vrouwkje Tuinman
CHILDREN’S SECTION
The smallest graves are crowded with Santasand Easter bunnies. In the branches
above them, wind harps vie
for the softest tune. A teddy that
once was loved now gets soaked
and dries, gets soaked and dries.
On the rare occasion a toddler reaches for it,
mother says no. Someone has brought
red-white-blue themed gifts
from the supermarket. Lights switch on
automatically. No one dares throw anything away.
© Translation: 2016, Vivien D. Glass
KINDERAFDELING
KINDERAFDELING
Op de kleinste graven staan kerstmannenen paashazen door elkaar. Erboven
in de bomen spelen windorgels
om het zachtst. Er is een beer die
vroeger liefde kreeg en nu nat wordt
en weer droog, nat wordt en weer droog.
De enkele keer dat een kleuter naar hem grijpt
zegt moeder nee. Iemand nam
van de supermarkt cadeautjes mee,
thema rood wit blauw. Lantaarns springen
automatisch aan. Niemand durft iets weg te gooien.
From: Sanatorium
Publisher: Cossee, Amsterdam
Publisher: Cossee, Amsterdam
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CHILDREN’S SECTION
The smallest graves are crowded with Santasand Easter bunnies. In the branches
above them, wind harps vie
for the softest tune. A teddy that
once was loved now gets soaked
and dries, gets soaked and dries.
On the rare occasion a toddler reaches for it,
mother says no. Someone has brought
red-white-blue themed gifts
from the supermarket. Lights switch on
automatically. No one dares throw anything away.
© 2016, Vivien D. Glass
From: Sanatorium
From: Sanatorium
CHILDREN’S SECTION
The smallest graves are crowded with Santasand Easter bunnies. In the branches
above them, wind harps vie
for the softest tune. A teddy that
once was loved now gets soaked
and dries, gets soaked and dries.
On the rare occasion a toddler reaches for it,
mother says no. Someone has brought
red-white-blue themed gifts
from the supermarket. Lights switch on
automatically. No one dares throw anything away.
© 2016, Vivien D. Glass
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