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
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
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
An admiring blog!