Aan de overkant

Aan de overkant
wordt een boom omgezaagd
op de kade liggen takken
de boom ploft neer
het licht valt op de stenen
vier mannen in oranje overalls
leggen stalen kabels om zijn bast
hij wordt opgehesen
de boom komt langs het raam
de kamer verdwijnt in zijn schaduw
de mannen schreeuwen
de boom trekt verder door de lucht
die blauw is als een poppenoog

by Gerry van der Linden

Comments (4)

They look at their wrinkles. The ones who are single attribute their wrinkles to being single. The ones who are married attribute their wrinkles to being married. ................. They trade the names of plastic surgeons like recipes. ........ They love their wrinkles. If only their were deeper they could hide.
Hi Ms. Erica Jong good evening.. I'm Mariessa Retuya from Philippines a 3rd year student at University of Cebu Lapu-lapu and Mandaue taking up Bachelor of Science in Secondary Education specializing English and one of my course for this semester is Literary Criticism. In line with this, I would like to ask your permission to allow me to use your poem entitled WRINKLES as a material on the said course because I found your poem interesting and nice, and this would be a great help for us students. Your possible response with this message would be of great help, thank you and god speed ;)
the best poem ever! I gave it to my mum because she is always whining about her wrinkles where as I believe they are more a map of your life, and she has had a beautiful life!
So much truth here. Interesting.