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Poem

Eva Gerlach

CRUMBS

Whatever’s whole we fail to see, it is
too big for us, non-fitting, it won’t go
inside our head

but what is chopped up, frittered, pounded fine,
crumbs, puréed, blown to dust, disintegrating –

all that is split up sticks in us for good.

Kruim

Kruim

Wat heel is, kunnen wij niet zien, het is
te groot, het past ons niet en niet
in onze hoofden

maar wat aan mootjes, haksel is, verkiezeld,
kruim, gepureerd, verstoven of ontbonden –

al het verdeelde zit voorgoed in ons.
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CRUMBS

Whatever’s whole we fail to see, it is
too big for us, non-fitting, it won’t go
inside our head

but what is chopped up, frittered, pounded fine,
crumbs, puréed, blown to dust, disintegrating –

all that is split up sticks in us for good.

CRUMBS

Whatever’s whole we fail to see, it is
too big for us, non-fitting, it won’t go
inside our head

but what is chopped up, frittered, pounded fine,
crumbs, puréed, blown to dust, disintegrating –

all that is split up sticks in us for good.
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