The unknown sculpture
- Auteur
-
Geertruud Otten
- Uitvoering
- Paperback
- Genre
- Gedichten
- Prijs
- € 17 ,50
- Verzending
- Gratis verzending in Nederland en België
- Levertijd
-
Twee tot vijf werkdagen
(Nederland en België) (Past door brievenbus)
Samenvatting
It’s written in a million stars
High in the sky above
We will glance and shine
Upon our eternal love
Like a winter moonbeam
And a summer sunray
Forever united
On this special autumn day
Don’t ask the river where
She will dance tomorrow
Just sit beside me and
Enjoy her endless view
High in the sky above
We will glance and shine
Upon our eternal love
Like a winter moonbeam
And a summer sunray
Forever united
On this special autumn day
Don’t ask the river where
She will dance tomorrow
Just sit beside me and
Enjoy her endless view
Over de auteur
"It fills me with pride to be able to honour my dear sister Geertruud posthumously by publishing her volume of English poetry The unknown sculpture. Our father, an English teacher, certainly contributed to her love of the language. I also wish to publish the English verses on behalf of our mother, who passed away unexpectedly in 2014. Now is the time to fulfil the wish of my mother, Geertruud herself and many others."
Productinformatie
- ISBN
- 9789402217315 / 978-94-022-1731-5
- Uitgeverij
- Boekscout
- Verschijning
- 05-06-2015
- Taal
- Nederlands
- Genre
- Gedichten
- Uitvoering
- Paperback
- Pagina's
- 74
- Formaat
- 12,5 x 20 cm
- Illustraties
- Ja
Inkijk
The unknown sculpture
In mindless mysterious moments
She is born of malleable clay
Grown by my guided moving hands
Without motives on a lovely day
The hunched up slender naked lady
With her bent forward stream- lined back
Seems so tender and quite shady
Curling hair falling down her neck
Long legs hidden under a body sweet
Sad face lost in quiet graceful hands
Soft right breast resting on her thigh indeed
A scared little bird, without demands
Touched by many, watched by all
On her skin some left fingerprints of mine
What she fears, what made her small
Now she tells the secret after a long time
She is me, the past has seen the now
Immortalized feelings spread in clay
To comfort, to remind me somehow
Not she, but I will stand up one day
In mindless mysterious moments
She is born of malleable clay
Grown by my guided moving hands
Without motives on a lovely day
The hunched up slender naked lady
With her bent forward stream- lined back
Seems so tender and quite shady
Curling hair falling down her neck
Long legs hidden under a body sweet
Sad face lost in quiet graceful hands
Soft right breast resting on her thigh indeed
A scared little bird, without demands
Touched by many, watched by all
On her skin some left fingerprints of mine
What she fears, what made her small
Now she tells the secret after a long time
She is me, the past has seen the now
Immortalized feelings spread in clay
To comfort, to remind me somehow
Not she, but I will stand up one day
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