Rozalie Hirs
ecologic [2]
hum this simple spell in a humdrum manner
multiply the body to surrender distinct nuances
reincarnated in metrical fantasies alveoli
surrounded by the same dark perseverance
read beyond sleep word by word journeying
through worlds beneath the treeline
on brown ground among tents a steamy summer
that treats everyone as though they were a piece
of the earth as roots sing a small blood-rose
streaked with dirt past transient shoulders
letter by letter with the pale thrush from southern climes
its own beautiful logic for now is high time
ecologic [2]
ecologic [2]
zoem deze eenvoudige spreuk op doordeweekse wijze
in metrische fantasieën vermenigvuldig het lichaam
tot overgave de uitgesproken nuances herboren
longblaasjes omringd door dezelfde duistere volharding
gelezen voorbij de slaap woord voor woord
op reis door werelden beneden de boomgrens
op bruine grond tussen tenten een dampende zomer
die iedereen behandelt alsof ze een stuk zijn
van de aarde als wortels zingen een kleine bloedroos
met moddervegen langs vergankelijke schouders
letter voor letter met de vale lijster uit het zuiden
zijn eigen prachtige logica voor de hoogste tijd
From: ecologica
Publisher: Vleugels, Rotterdam
ecologic [2]
hum this simple spell in a humdrum manner
multiply the body to surrender distinct nuances
reincarnated in metrical fantasies alveoli
surrounded by the same dark perseverance
read beyond sleep word by word journeying
through worlds beneath the treeline
on brown ground among tents a steamy summer
that treats everyone as though they were a piece
of the earth as roots sing a small blood-rose
streaked with dirt past transient shoulders
letter by letter with the pale thrush from southern climes
its own beautiful logic for now is high time
From: ecologica
ecologic [2]
hum this simple spell in a humdrum manner
multiply the body to surrender distinct nuances
reincarnated in metrical fantasies alveoli
surrounded by the same dark perseverance
read beyond sleep word by word journeying
through worlds beneath the treeline
on brown ground among tents a steamy summer
that treats everyone as though they were a piece
of the earth as roots sing a small blood-rose
streaked with dirt past transient shoulders
letter by letter with the pale thrush from southern climes
its own beautiful logic for now is high time
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