Chrysallis. Jaargang 1981
(1981)– [tijdschrift] Chrysallis–
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This BabyI pick him up, this baby.
Is this happiness really mine?
Or am I a figure in a salle commune,
Mumbling over a rag-doll in my arms?
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Seen in a book: the Fuzzy BabyLooks like a teddy-bear.
Thrown in a river, where it lay too long,
It grew a coat of algae.
Why am I upset by the Fuzzy Baby?
Is it because all flesh is grass?
No. It is because all flesh is meat.
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EndingHeredia had three lovely daughters;
One lived to be old and poor.
She perished in a chambre de bonne
After the stove fell over.
At the moment of death,
Only the moment is there,
The terrible moment.
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LaterCremation?
Not for me!
Someday I want to be
The black stripe in that blue iris
(Eye or flower: no matter).
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