Monday, 23 November 2009

Frank Koenengracht


I HAVE myself never
wanted to be a doomed poet, but
my father with the gentlest glee would
definitely have forbidden it
He was against any stumbling
into the wrong rented house
but above all against unrecognisedness.

He realised that unrecognisedness
is a way of being mistaken.

For the cycle of nine poems from which this has been taken, go to here

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