Erica Jong, Gregory CorsoDe Amerikaanse dichteres en schrijfster Erica Jong werd geboren in New York op 26 maart 1942. Zie ook alle tags voor Erica Jong op dit blog.
Wrinkles
For Naomi Lazard
Sometimes I can’t wait until I look like Nadezhda Mandelstam.
— Naomi Lazard
My friends are tired.
The ones who are married are tired
of being married.
The ones who are single are tired
of being single.
They look at their wrinkles.
The ones who are single attribute their wrinkles
to being single.
The ones who are married attribute their wrinkles
to being married.
They have very few wrinkles.
Even taken together,
they have very few wrinkles.
But I cannot persuade them
to look at their wrinkles
collectively.
& I cannot persuade them that being married
or being single
has nothing to do with wrinkles.
Each one sees a deep & bitter groove,
a San Andreas fault across her forehead.
“It is only a matter of time
before the earthquake.”
They trade the names of plastic surgeons
like recipes.
My friends are tired.
The ones who have children are tired
of having children.
The ones who are childless are tired
of being childless.
They love their wrinkles.
If only their were deeper
they could hide.
Sometimes I think
(but do not dare to tell them)
that when the face is left alone to dig its grave,
the soul is grateful
& rolls in.
Sunday Afternoons
I sit at home
at my desk alone
as I used to do
on many sunday afternoons
when you came back to me,
your arms ached for me,
and your arms would close me in
though they smelled of other women.
I think of you
on Sunday afternoons.
Your sweet head would bow,
like a child somehow,
down to me –
and your hair and your eyes were wild.
We would embrace on the floor-
You see my back´s still sore.
You knew how easily I bruised,
It´s a soreness I would never lose.
I think of you
on Sunday afternoons.
Erica Jong (New York, 26 maart 1942)
De Amerikaanse dichter Gregory Corso werd geboren in New York op 26 maart 1930. Zie ook alle tags voor Gregory Corso op dit blog.
2 Vreemde Gebeurtenissen in Haarlem
1.
Vier Windmolens, kennissen,
werden op een ochtend betrapt
terwijl ze tulpen aten.
Middag
En de hele stad draait door,
schreeuwt: Apocalyps! Apocalyps!
2.
O mensen! mijn mensen!
iets vreemds architectonisch
als een luidruchtige kannibaal
kwam gisteravond naar Haarlem
en at een gracht op!
Vertaald door Frans Roumen
Gregory Corso (26 maart 1930 – 17 januari 2001)
Zie voor nog meer schrijvers van de 26e maart ook mijn blog 26 maart 2022 en ook mijn blog van 26 maart 2021 en ook mijn blog van 26 maart 2020 en eveneens mijn blog van 26 maart 2019 en ook mijn blog van 26 maart 2017 deel 2.
