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Poem

Laura Accerboni

We are interesting

We are interesting
people.
Our arms
and also our teeth,
every mark of resistance
holds something of interest.
And in the ground,
when we are inhabited
by tiny monsters
when nothing but smoke
sits in our sockets,
even then we are
incredibly interesting.
And we want
the grass
above our heads
to know it,
and death
to understand it,
along with the bird
that lives underneath us
with its irremediably
large beak.

Wij zijn interessante

Wij zijn interessante
mensen.
Onze armen
zijn dat
en ook onze tanden,
elk teken van verzet
heeft iets interessants.
En in de grond,
wanneer we worden bevolkt
door kleine monsters
wanneer in onze oogkassen
nog slechts walm
is neergeslagen,
ook dan zijn we
ongelooflijk interessant.
En we willen
dat het gras
boven ons hoofd
dit weet,
dat de dood
dit begrijpt,
en ook de vogel
die onder ons woont
met zijn enorme snavel
waartegen geen kruid is gewassen.

Siamo persone
interessanti.
Le nostre braccia
lo sono
e anche i denti,
ogni segno di resistenza
ha qualcosa di interessante.
E nella terra,
quando siamo popolati
da piccoli mostri
quando le nostre orbite
non hanno che il fumo
seduto dentro,
anche allora siamo
incredibilmente interessanti.
E vogliamo
che l'erba
sopra la nostra testa
lo sappia,
che la morte
lo capisca
e anche l'uccello
che sotto di noi abita
con il suo enorme becco
senza rimedio.

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We are interesting

We are interesting
people.
Our arms
and also our teeth,
every mark of resistance
holds something of interest.
And in the ground,
when we are inhabited
by tiny monsters
when nothing but smoke
sits in our sockets,
even then we are
incredibly interesting.
And we want
the grass
above our heads
to know it,
and death
to understand it,
along with the bird
that lives underneath us
with its irremediably
large beak.

We are interesting

We are interesting
people.
Our arms
and also our teeth,
every mark of resistance
holds something of interest.
And in the ground,
when we are inhabited
by tiny monsters
when nothing but smoke
sits in our sockets,
even then we are
incredibly interesting.
And we want
the grass
above our heads
to know it,
and death
to understand it,
along with the bird
that lives underneath us
with its irremediably
large beak.

Sponsors
Gemeente Rotterdam
Nederlands Letterenfonds
Stichting Van Beuningen Peterich-fonds
Prins Bernhard cultuurfonds
Lira fonds
Versopolis
J.E. Jurriaanse
Gefinancierd door de Europese Unie
Elise Mathilde Fonds
Stichting Verzameling van Wijngaarden-Boot
Veerhuis
VDM
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