{ Song Xiaoxian: Love. }

Love
by Song Xiaoxian

what will they say
if our love
stays above the waist?
Will their childish games
ever produce a result?

but if our love
shifts below the waist
they will say: They have never known
that profound touching of souls.

{ Elly de Waard: "Crash, breaking surf, blow oh unfathomable" }

"Crash, breaking surf, blow oh unfathomable"
by Elly de Waard

Crash, breaking surf, blow oh unfathomable
wind and smooth out for me the sound of

so many words, so much empty talk that
is lodged in my head, a dictatorship

of tonalities, intonations, shreds of language
spoken by others, enough to drive a person crazy

echoing, all of them, their graffiti
on the walls of my soul, a punishment from

god, a cell on death row, in which I count
the hours I still have to go, in that bare

room and the laughing machine is
always on – oh breaking surf,

waves, wash if possible pound
this beach clean, so that what can remain

will be the white sand receptive again
in which sun or water, shadow-clouds or

a swooping down wind can write
its same always other secret

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( original. )

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