Friday, 30 January 2015

A recent poem by Hester Knibbe

Let us set fire to

the old letters, see all the beautiful
rain-sodden sun-bleached words and lines
go up in flames while unashamedly

retaining their content. We have
known happiness, oh how we have known –
              Let us

explore before long other cities, through new
streets with musicians and sleepers on benches
stroll, grow accustomed depart.
              Let us

eat there drink and give

the singer enough for him to get drunk
the beggar what is his due.

To see the original and hear Hester Knibbe read the poem aloud, go to here.

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