WOLF
Am not fit for daily usage
pass up love; know lust
and especially the burdens this
pocked body bears, day after day
and the woman I can remember
wasn't you, but you on that hill
near the Black Sea, I know
your laughter and the wind -
how it all passes me by
even you, who turns me to
faraway countries and back
the water flows across beaches.
© Bart
FM Droog, 2000
© translation
Willem Groenewegen, 2001
original title: Wolf, from Benzine, Passage
Publishing Company, Groningen, 2000