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De Amerikaanse dichteres Gwendolyn Brooks werd geboren op 7 juni 1917 in Topeka, Kansas. Zie ook mijn blog van 7 juni 2007 en ook mijn blog van 7 juni 2008 en ook mijn blog van 7 juni 2009.xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />
A Sunset of the City
Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love.
My daughters and sons have put me away with marbles and dolls,
Are gone from the house.
My husband and lovers are pleasant or somewhat polite
And night is night.
It is a real chill out,
The genuine thing.
I am not deceived, I do not think it is still summer
Because sun stays and birds continue to sing.
It is summer-gone that I see, it is summer-gone.
The sweet flowers indrying and dying down,
The grasses forgetting their blaze and consenting to brown.
It is a real chill out. The fall crisp comes
I am aware there is winter to heed.
There is no warm house
That is fitted with my need.
I am cold in this cold house this house
Whose washed echoes are tremulous down lost halls.
I am a woman, and dusty, standing among new affairs.
I am a woman who hurries through her prayers.
Tin intimations of a quiet core to be my
Desert and my dear relief
Come: there shall be such islanding from grief,
And small communion with the master shore.
Twang they. And I incline this ear to tin,
Consult a dual dilemma. Whether to dry
In humming pallor or to leap and die.
Somebody muffed it? Somebody wanted to joke.
Gwendolyn Brooks (7 juni 1917 3 december 2000)
De Duitse schrijfster Geno Hartlaub werd op 7 juni 1915 in Mannheim geboren. Zie ook mijn blog van 7 juni 2009.
Uit: Anselm der Lehrling
Die Stimme des Registrators tut ihm weh. Wie ein Angelhaken bohrt sie sich ein, zieht ihn empor aus dem tiefen Meer, der grünlich schimmernden Finsternis seines Schlummers. Nur widerstrebend folgt er ihr hinauf bis an die Oberfläche des fahlen Tages. Hätte der Registrator nicht noch eine Weile warten können mit dem Auswerfen seines Angelhakens, ach, nur noch einen Augenblick, da doch die Flut des Schlafes sich schon wieder zu lichten begann und vom Meeresgrund sich Gestalten erhoben, lange vermißte, schmerzlich vertraute Bilder, nach deren Wiederkehr er sich in seinen nächtlichen Träumen vergeblich abgemüht hatte? War er nicht eben endlich an der Schwelle der Gärten gestanden, am Heckentor, umgeben vom Rauschen der ewigen Bäume, vom Murmeln der Quellen und dem verwirrend süßen Vogelkonzert? Miranda - endlich war es ihm gelungen, wieder vorzudringen bis an die Schwelle ihres Bereiches, da bohrt sich dieser gemeine Angelhaken in sein Fleisch, die quäkende Stimme dieses aufgeblasenen Wichtes, der sich Registrator nennt und hier den Herren zu spielen bemüht ist...
Geno Hartlaub (7 juni 1915 25 maart 2007)
De Ierse schrijfster Elizabeth Bowen werd geboren op 7 juni 1899 in Dublin. Zie ook mijn blog van 7 juni 2007 en ook mijn blog van 7 juni 2008 en ook mijn blog van 7 juni 2009.
Uit: Elizabeth Bowen: A Biography (Biografie door Victoria Glendinning)
IN LATE 1959 Cornelius O'Keefe bought Bowen's Court, near Kildorrery, County Cork, from Elizabeth Bowen, the last of the direct line, at a relatively modest price. She hoped that he and his family would inhabit and look after the house. The next year Derek Hill, the painter, asked by Elizabeth to do a painting of Bowen's Court to hang in her new home in England, drove over from Edward Sackville-West's house in County Tipperary. Parking his car by Farahy church, he looked north towards the familiar facade and saw that the roof was off Bowen's Court. By the end of the summer the whole house was demolished.
One can still approach what was Bowen's Court along what was the Lower Avenue. The woods and fine trees around the house are gone; the avenue is rutted by tractors. It may take the stranger a little while to identify the site of the house; it seems strangely small, covered with grass, scrubby bushes, and wild flowers. A line of stable buildings still stands. Walking north from the house-space towards the Ballyhoura mountains, through what was once rockery and laurel-lined woodland, you see that the walls of the three-acre walled garden, too, are still there. Elizabeth wrote of this garden:...
Elizabeth Bowen (7 juni 1899 22 februari 1973)
Portret door Patrick Hennessy, rond 1955
De Vlaamse dichter en schilder Jan Theuninck werd geboren in Zonnebeke op 7 juni 1954. Zie ook mijn blog van 7 juni 2009.
Whitesheets
gevallen bladeren
na de oorlogsstorm
zandstenen zerken
op groene heuvels
fallen leaves
after the warstorm
sandstone tombs
on green hills
Hill 60
Papaverbloed
op het groene gras
op de modderheuvels
gaan ze sterven
poppies' blood
on the green grass
on the hills of mud
away they pass...
Jan Theuninck (Zonnebeke, 7 juni 1954)
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