VOCABULARY
This is your
eye. This is the sun. This tugging
cold, draught
from a window left ajar.
This is water
that fits you like a glove
That is the
kettle singing on the stove
above the four
knobs that control the gas.
Here you’ve the
breadknife in its board’s long groove.
All of these
things you need to keep a grasp of.
Today, or soon,
their say will make their sense.
Een
kopstaand beeld, 1983
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