‘Awater’ in the UK

Martinus Nijhoff’s First English Volume Two gentlemen in a restaurant in Nijmegen. During dinner one of them says with a sigh what a shame it is to write poetry in a language that reaches so few people as Dutch does. This means that his readership remains somewhat limited, and that weighs on his heart. Eventually…

Three Poems

Fables of the Sacred Heart (1) Those were days of cycling in the mountains. Of climbing, descending. Of enormous hunger for more and as long as they blocked the peak’s virginity from view in their groaning scent of resin, pine trees acted out this problem to excess. But above the treeline you feel free. Trundling…