Willemien Spook ‘Oever van de stad’ The edge of the city‘Oever van de stad’translated by Margriet Boleijwith Mary Burdett-Jones I am standing in a rain that ticks little holesin the ring-dyke, silly tyrant,good-natured and earthy,who fell asleep like a crying…
Willemien Spook ‘De honderd-dagen-vogel’ translated by Margriet Boleijwith Mary Burdett-Jones It swerves and swings, skims and glitters,curves and drifts, dives and twitters.A jubilant srie-srie! cleaves the airfull of jumble-bumble of tumble flightsupwards and downwards, up and once more:srie-srie! srie-srie! It’s…