The world is frosted
into paper darkness.
How beautiful was your name
when we no longer knew what to make of it.
You disappeared into the mass of your rebellious body
Like the chiselled, a long lost
weight upon itself, sunlight.
light probes itself.
You are the yield of a flower.
The enumerated light of your name.
Martijn Benders – both poems from: What do I buy for your darkwilde powers, Willem, Loewak Publishers, 2011.
The first poem was originally longer, but it didn’t work well in that form. I later shortened it to the shortest poem in my collection that I believe works well in its current form. The second poem was challenging to translate, but I think I was successful in preserving its meaning. Some subtleties were lost, but others were gained. It now appears to be a proper poem in English.