Installation
(for Gwenllian Spink) After climbing along a ridge with a thin veil of soil over rock, driving past Pantrhydyrebolion, Blaenmelindwr a Syfydrin, lakes left by the ebb tide of a lost industry, I see under the crest of a wave…
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The edge of the city
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…
The hundred-days bird
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…