Four Poems

The seed had the colour of old lamp-light The fruit was a yellow-white vapour. On it they performed tasks. There were complications. Man was the intention. At night windows steamed up; during the day it smelled of rubber and Mickey Mouse. In sunny water albumens flaked.   Het zaad had de kleur van oud lamplicht.…

Tear Down This House

The Poetry of Tonnus Oosterhoff Where the origins of modern poetry lie is something that you can philosophise about for a long time, but few would dispute that the compact oeuvre of Stéphane Mallarmé constitutes a benchmark. He was not the first poet to apply himself to writing largely incomprehensible poems, but he attracted more…