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  1. Marriage Morning by Alfred Lord Tennyson
  2. Christine de Pisan: Belle, ce que j’ay requis
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  5. Kira Wuck: Koeiendagen (Gedichten)
  6. Paul Bezembinder: Na de dag
  7. Wound Is the Origin of Wonder by Maya C. Popa
  8. Woman’s Constancy by John Donne
  9. Willa Cather: I Sought the Wood in Winter
  10. Emma Lazarus: Work
  11. Sara Teasdale: Evening, New York
  12. Freda kamphuis: ontrecht
  13. Ulrich von Hutten: Ein Klag über den Lutherischen Brand zu Mentz
  14. Julia Malye: La Louisiane (Roman)
  15. Late, Late, so Late by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
  16. DEAR AWKWARDNESS tentoonstelling AVA NAVAS in PARK
  17. A Wintry Sonnet by Christina Georgina Rossetti
  18. Les oies sauvages par Guy de Maupassant
  19. Thomas Hardy: Snow in the Suburbs
  20. Claude McKay: To Winter
  21. Les quatre saisons – L’hiver par Charles Cros
  22. Franz Grillparzer: Sehnsucht nach Liebe
  23. Keith Douglas: Vergissmeinnicht (Forget-me-not)
  24. John Donne: No Man Is an Island
  25. African Dream
  26. Winter: My Secret by Christina Georgina Rossetti
  27. Ulrich von Hutten: Ich wollt gern
  28. freda kamphuis: gekantelde horizon
  29. Il fait froid par Victor Hugo
  30. D. H. Lawrence: Winter-Lull
  31. Arno Holz: Auf einem Berg aus Zuckerkant
  32. William Blake: To Winter
  33. I saw a man pursuing the horizon by Stephen Crane
  34. A Burnt Ship by John Donne
  35. Crossing the Bar by Alfred Lord Tennyson

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Marriage Morning by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Marriage Morning

Light, so low upon earth,
You send a flash to the sun.
Here is the golden close of love,
All my wooing is done.
Oh, all the woods and the meadows,
Woods, where we hid from the wet,
Stiles where we stayed to be kind,
Meadows in which we met!
Light, so low in the vale
You flash and lighten afar,
For this is the golden morning of love,
And you are his morning star.
Flash, I am coming, I come,
By meadow and stile and wood,
Oh, lighten into my eyes and my heart,
Into my heart and my blood!
Heart, are you great enough
For a love that never tires?
O heart, are you great enough for love?
I have heard of thorns and briers.
Over the thorns and briers,
Over the meadows and stiles,
Over the world to the end of it
Flash of a million miles.

Alfred Lord Tennyson
(1809-1892)
Marriage Morning

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Christine de Pisan: Belle, ce que j’ay requis

Belle, ce que j’ay requis

Belle, ce que j’ay requis
Or le vueilliez ottroier,
Car par tant de fois proier
Bien le doy avoir conquis.

Je l’ay ja si long temps quis,
Et pour trés bien emploier,
Belle, ce que j’ay requis.
Se de moy avez enquis,

Ne me devez pas noyer
Mon guerdon, ne mon loier;
Car par raison j’ai acquis,
Belle, ce que j’ay requis.

Christine de Pisan
(1364/1365 – 1430)
Belle, ce que j’ay requis
Rondeaux

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Marina Abramović in Stedelijk Museum Amsterdam

Het grootste overzicht ooit in Nederland van de legendarische kunstenaar Marina Abramović!

Ruim 60 belangrijke werken tonen de ontwikkeling van het indrukwekkende oeuvre van de pionier van de performancekunst in de afgelopen vijftig jaar: van haar vroege werk, dat ze maakte in het voormalige Joegoslavië en in Amsterdam, tot de baanbrekende performances met haar partner Ulay en het solowerk waarmee ze nog steeds actief is.

Te zien zijn foto’s, video’s, sculpturen en live heruitvoeringen van vier iconische performances die voor het eerst worden uitgevoerd in Nederland: Art Must Be Beautiful, Artist Must Be Beautiful (1975), Imponderabilia (werk met Ulay) (1977), Luminosity (1997) en The House with the Ocean View (2002). Als bezoeker kun je zelf ook deelnemen aan twee werken: Work Relation (werk met Ulay) (1978) en Counting the Rice van de Abramović Methode.

There are so many different forms of art, performance is one of the most difficult, the most immaterial, and the most real.
— Marina Abramović

Marina Abramović is sinds de jaren 70 een prominente figuur in de performance- en body art en wordt beschouwd als een van de belangrijkste grondleggers van deze kunstvorm.

Ze bracht de performancekunst van het experimentele begin naar de mainstream. Ze gebruikt haar eigen lichaam en test de grenzen van haar fysieke en mentale uithoudingsvermogen.

Samen met haar geliefde Ulay, die ze in 1975 in Amsterdam ontmoet, wordt ze wereldwijd beroemd met langdurende performances waarin zij hun grenzen tot het uiterste op de proef stellen.

In haar latere solowerk richt zij zich meer op het verkennen van spiritualiteit en het creëren van een wisselwerking, waarin het publiek actief onderdeel wordt van haar werk en een gedeelde energie.

Marina Abramović
Tentoonstelling — 16 mrt t/m 14 jul 2024
Stedelijk Museum Amsterdam

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Spring by Christina Georgina Rossetti

 

Spring

Frost-locked all the winter,
Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
What shall make their sap ascend
That they may put forth shoots?
Tips of tender green,
Leaf, or blade, or sheath;
Telling of the hidden life
That breaks forth underneath,
Life nursed in its grave by Death.

Blows the thaw-wind pleasantly,
Drips the soaking rain,
By fits looks down the waking sun:
Young grass springs on the plain;
Young leaves clothe early hedgerow trees;
Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
Swollen with sap put forth their shoots;
Curled-headed ferns sprout in the lane;
Birds sing and pair again.

There is no time like Spring,
When life’s alive in everything,
Before new nestlings sing,
Before cleft swallows speed their journey back
Along the trackless track–
God guides their wing,
He spreads their table that they nothing lack,–
Before the daisy grows a common flower,
Before the sun has power
To scorch the world up in his noontide hour.

There is no time like Spring,
Like Spring that passes by;
There is no life like Spring-life born to die,–
Piercing the sod,
Clothing the uncouth clod,
Hatched in the nest,
Fledged on the windy bough,
Strong on the wing:
There is no time like Spring that passes by,
Now newly born, and now
Hastening to die.

Christina Georgina Rossetti
(1830 – 1894)
Spring

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Kira Wuck: Koeiendagen (Gedichten)

“Sla je op de vlucht om iemand te vergeten of om diegene juist dicht bij je te houden? Zul je diens lelijke kopjes ooit terugvinden in de kringloopwinkel? Hoeveel koeiendagen heb je nodig voor je weet hoe je moet rouwen?”

De dood waart in verschillende gedaantes rond door de derde dichtbundel van Kira Wuck.

Gelukkig weet zij ook hoe je verdriet kunt verleggen. Troost blijkt onder meer te vinden bij andere lichamen, een heelal boven je bed of in de Bur­ger King.

Soms moet je simpelweg weer eens echt goed naar jezelf kijken, om te zien :

‘hoe mijn ledematen zich konden uitvouwen zodat ze jou zachtjes kon­den raken als het riet’.

Kira Wuck (1978) is dochter van een Finse moeder en een Indonesische va­der. Ze groeide op in Amsterdam, maar voelt zich thuis bij het absurdisme en de melancholie uit de noordelijke landen. Voor haar poëziedebuut Finse meis­jes ontving ze de Lucy B. en C.W. van der Hoogtprijs en nominaties voor de C. Buddingh’-Prijs en de Jo Peters PoëziePrijs. Ook haar verhalenbundel Nood­landing, haar tweede dichtbundel De zee heeft honger en haar debuutroman Knikkerkoning werden zeer goed ontvangen.

Koeiendagen
Kira Wuck (auteur)
Uitgever: ‎De Geus
Eerste editie (18 januari 2024)
Taal: Nederlands
Paperback: ‎64 pagina’s
ISBN-10: ‎9044549863
ISBN-13: ‎978-9044549867
Afmetingen:‎ 15 x 22 cm
Paperback
€18,99

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Paul Bezembinder: Na de dag

 

Na de dag

Het licht heeft je gezicht verweerd
en de marok wil met je aan de haal,
barok wordt rococo, de wijn creëert
de tralies voor de panter van de taal.

De wind steekt op, sirocco of simoem,
rhizomen worden schaars, de gentiaan
verdorst, de iris wordt een zonnebloem
en aan de hemel dient de maan zich aan.

Paul Bezembinder
Na de dag
Gedicht

Paul Bezembinder studeerde theoretische natuurkunde in Nijmegen. In zijn poëzie zoekt hij vooral in klassieke versvormen en thema’s naar de balans tussen serieuze poëzie, pastiche en smartlap. Bij uitgeverij Leeuwenhof (Oostburg) verschenen de bundels Gedichten (2020), Parkzicht (2020) en Duizelingen (2022). Website: www.paulbezembinder.nl.

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Wound Is the Origin of Wonder by Maya C. Popa

Award-winning poet Maya C. Popa suggests that our restless desires are inseparable from our mortality in this pressing and precise collection.

Rooting out profound meaning in language to wrench us from the moorings of the familiar and into the realm of the extraordinary, the volume asks, how do we articulate what’s by definition inarticulable? Where does sight end and imagination begin?

Lucid and musically rich, these poems sound an appeal to a dwindling natural world and summon moments from the lives of literary forbearers―John Milton’s visit to Galileo, a vase broken by Marcel Proust―to unveil fresh wonder in the unlikely meetings of the past.

Popa dramatizes the difficulties of loving a world that is at once rich with beauty and full of opportunities for grief, and reveals that the natural arc of wonder, from astonishment to reflection, more deeply connects us with our humanity.

Maya C. Popa is a naturally gifted poet, lucidly engaged with the most profound questions we face in our collective responsibilities and our relations with each other. She writes with love and wonder of a world poised at a perilous moment: “My children, will they exist by the time / it’s irreversible?” she asks. “Will they live / astonished at the thought of ice / not pulled from the mouth of a machine?

To read her poems is to pause again and again at the precision of imagery, breadth of ideas, and the warmth and generousness of her lyric voice.

Maya C. Popa is the poetry reviews editor at Publishers Weekly and teaches poetry at New York University.

Wound Is the Origin of Wonder: Poems
by Maya C. Popa (Author)
Publisher: ‎W. W. Norton & Company
November 8, 2022
Language: English
Hardcover: ‎96 pages
ISBN-10: ‎1324021365
ISBN-13: ‎978-1324021360
Hardcover $21.49
Paperback $15.99

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Woman’s Constancy by John Donne

  

Woman’s Constancy

Now thou has loved me one whole day,
Tomorrow when you leav’st, what wilt thou say?
Wilt thou then antedate some new-made vow?
Or say that now
We are not just those persons which we were?
Or, that oaths made in reverential fear
Of Love, and his wrath, any may forswear?
Or, as true deaths true marriages untie,
So lovers’ contracts, images of those,
Bind but till sleep, death’s image, them unloose?
Or, your own end to justify,
For having purposed change and falsehood, you
Can have no way but falsehood to be true?
Vain lunatic, against these ‘scapes I could
Dispute and conquer, if I would,
Which I abstain to do,
For by tomorrow, I may think so too.

John Donne
(1572–1631)
Woman’s Constancy

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Willa Cather: I Sought the Wood in Winter

 

I Sought the Wood in Winter

I sought the wood in summer
When every twig was green;
The rudest boughs were tender,
And buds were pink between.
Light-fingered aspens trembled
In fitful sun and shade,
And daffodils were golden
In every starry glade.
The brook sang like a robin—
My hand could check him where
The lissome maiden willows
Shook out their yellow hair.

“How frail a thing is Beauty,”
I said, “when every breath
She gives the vagrant summer
But swifter woos her death.
For this the star dust troubles,
For this have ages rolled:
To deck the wood for bridal
And slay her with the cold.”

I sought the wood in winter
When every leaf was dead;
Behind the wind-whipped branches
The winter sun set red.
The coldest star was rising
To greet that bitter air,
The oaks were writhen giants;
Nor bud nor bloom was there.
The birches, white and slender,
In deathless marble stood,
The brook, a white immortal,
Slept silent in the wood.

“How sure a thing is Beauty,”
I cried. “No bolt can slay,
No wave nor shock despoil her,
No ravishers dismay.
Her warriors are the angels
That cherish from afar,
Her warders people Heaven
And watch from every star.
The granite hills are slighter,
The sea more like to fail;
Behind the rose the planet,
The Law behind the veil.”

Willa Cather
(1873 – 1947)
I Sought the Wood in Winter

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Emma Lazarus: Work

Work

Yet life is not a vision nor a prayer,
But stubborn work; she may not shun her task.
After the first compassion, none will spare
Her portion and her work achieved, to ask.
She pleads for respite,—she will come ere long
When, resting by the roadside, she is strong.

Nay, for the hurrying throng of passers-by
Will crush her with their onward-rolling stream.
Much must be done before the brief light die;
She may not loiter, rapt in the vain dream.
With unused trembling hands, and faltering feet,
She staggers forth, her lot assigned to meet.

But when she fills her days with duties done,
Strange vigor comes, she is restored to health.
New aims, new interests rise with each new sun,
And life still holds for her unbounded wealth.
All that seemed hard and toilsome now proves small,
And naught may daunt her,—she hath strength for all.

Emma Lazarus
(1849 – 1887)
Work

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Sara Teasdale: Evening, New York

Evening: New York

Blue dust of evening over my city,
⁠Over the ocean of roofs and the tall towers
Where the window-lights, myriads and myriads,
⁠Bloom from the walls like climbing flowers.

Sara Teasdale
(1884-1933)
Evening: New York
from: Flame and Shadow

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Freda kamphuis: ontrecht

ontrecht

 

uitgescheurde

horizon

hangt

scheef

 

boven

bloeddoorlopen

bloemen

 

roodzon

zonloos

doodzon

zonlood

 

dwingt

ons

achteruit

 

onder

wortels door

terug

 

tot

koude zee

klauw

 

gras

huilt grijs

rauwe hemel

blues

 

 

freda kamphuis
ontrecht
#  https://fredaxblog.blogspot.com

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