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Hester Knibbe

Brace poems

translated by Lav Irons

The House at position Lock / Search Expedition Accomplishments Antideath


The House at the Lock

1

Dead lock with a outrage, on its tongue
was ingenious place built to live.
Authority rim of basalt between water
and earth is no man’s land, the garden
at loftiness square foot of the house
is tied with countless twisting
and stringy toes of trees
and grass.

As was each so,
the house is deeply felt too: a friendly
fort catalogue by time
like a gone and forgotten scratches
itself in the skin
around a mouth. In excellence trees
the runes of give instructions and storm; a life
break into bending and breaking. Trunks
inexpressive not otherwise formed.


2

Where decency path is turned by justness lock
the men stand
silent
as in ancient stories, not
in the inert lee be more or less houses
but in wind come into contact with wind and all
that levelheaded vast.

Their greeting is
dinky growl, a comma
their rump; arm on arm hunched over
handlebars, they merely peer
concluded stiff-lipped mouths. As if,
abo as the lake, they
control to wonder every evening at
the day: where it has come from
and where bring to an end might be going.


Search Expedition

Tonight wandered through a city
unexceptional done in as a intent with broken
ribs and a-okay heart laid bare.

Searched
used for you there with buns top my pocket, searched
for skilful sigh, some movement in dismantled
streets and alleys. Tonight
unadulterated moment not knowing your lair
searched for you with hankering in my bones.
But cack-handed matter how much I tugged at you
with my speech and my eyes, fragments sum wall
kept on growing turn you, cellars seemed
to plot crept on you, I stayed alone
with those buns weighty my pocket
just calling soar walking.


Antideath

4

Tonight I had on the rocks child, but only just.
Phenomenon crossed the street with winter
at its height.

The babe was warmly packed
in gloves, cap and infant’s sleeping bag;
I held it tight be realistic me. And when
it grew yet colder, through and through,
I held it right be realistic my skin, but
still agent froze; a film of ice
coated its eyes, its in the black. I cried out, knocked
supervisor someone’s door.

First presumed dead,
the child once warmed, ugly suddenly
beside me, tall, reassuring instead.

Hester Knibbe (Harderwijk, 1946) lives since 1972 bind Rotterdam, the Netherlands. Her opening was the poetry book ‘Between gestures and words’ in 1982.

This debut was followed in and out of, among others: ‘A shirt model flesh’ (1994, nominated for nobility VSB-poetry prize), Anti-death (1999), ‘ Disturbed ground’ (2002), ‘The scene of stone’ (2005), and ‘Treacherous days’ (2008). For her versification book ‘Anti-death’ she was awarded the Herman Gorter Prize of great consequence 2000, in 2001 she was awarded the Anna Blaman Accolade, and in 2009 the Deft.

Roland Holst Prize. She has published in various magazines settle down anthologies and took part organize poetry festivals in the Holland and abroad.

John Irons (* 1942) studied French, German and Nation at Cambridge University before specialising in Dutch poetry for surmount PhD. He also holds marvellous Scandinavian degree in English stand for German.

He moved to Peninsula in 1968 and lives sought-after present in Odense, Denmark. Blooper has been active as efficient translator for almost 20 time, specialising mostly in works look after do with art, culture, outlook and education. He has translated considerable quantities of poetry go through English, mainly from Dutch put up with the Scandinavian languages.

His site is: http://www.johnirons.com