Poems for a woman 1


Your body is white like sand
that children have never played in.

Your eyes are sad and beautiful
like the pictures of flowers in a textbook.

Your hair hangs down
like the smoke from Cain’s altar:

I have to kill my brother.
My brother has to kill me.

Fragment uit Poems for a Woman van Yehuda Amichai

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3 Responses to Poems for a woman 1

  1. zinnenverzetten says:

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    sister you’been on my mind
    sister we’re one of a kind
    sister i’m keepin’ my eyes on you

    i bet you think i don’t know nothing
    but singing’ the blues
    but o sister, have i got news for you
    i’m something
    i hope you think that you’re something too

    o scuffling, i’ve been up that lonesome road
    And i’ve seen a lot of suns going down
    But trust me ain’t no lowlife’s gonna run me around

    miss celie’s blues – molly johnson

  2. Jezzebel says:

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    http://www.volkskrantblog.nl/bericht/71113 Who are you?
    Are you nobody too?
    Then there’s a pair of us – don’t tell!
    They’d advertise – you know!

    How dreary to be somebody!
    How public like a frog
    To tell one’s name the livelong day
    To an admiring bog!

    door Emily Dickinson

  3. zinnenverzetten says:

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    An admiring blog!

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