{"id":11658,"date":"2018-07-31T23:00:54","date_gmt":"2018-07-31T21:00:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/?p=11658"},"modified":"2019-08-11T19:17:41","modified_gmt":"2019-08-11T17:17:41","slug":"elizabeth-bishop-in-wunder-as-moarnsmiel","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/?p=11658","title":{"rendered":"Elizabeth Bishop, <em>In w\u00fbnder as moarnsmiel<\/em>"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n<big><em>In w\u00fbnder as moarnsmiel<\/em><\/big><\/p>\n<p>Om seis oere sieten wy te wachtsjen op kofje,<br \/>\nop kofje en op de goeddwaande krom<br \/>\ndy\u2019t optsjinne wurde soe fan in beskaat balkon<br \/>\n\u2013 as keningen fan wolear, of as in w\u00fbnder.<br \/>\nIt wie noch tsjuster. Ien foet fan de sinne<br \/>\nf\u00fbn h\u00e2ld op in lange rimpeling yn de rivier.<\/p>\n<p>De earste pont dy deis wie krekt oarekant de rivier.<br \/>\nWy hopen, k\u00e2ld as it wie, dat de kofje<br \/>\nhiel gleon w\u00eaze soe \u2013 wy snapten dat de sinne<br \/>\n\u00fas net waarmje koe \u2013 en dat de krom<br \/>\nin b\u00f4le elk w\u00eaze soe, beb\u00fbtere, troch in w\u00fbnder.<br \/>\nOm s\u00e2n oere ferskynde der in man op it balkon.<\/p>\n<p>Hy stie in skoftke allinne op it balkon<br \/>\nen seach oer \u00fas hollen hinne richting de rivier.<br \/>\nIn betsjinner joech him it tabehear foar in w\u00fbnder,<br \/>\nbesteande \u00fat in inkeld kopke kofje<br \/>\nen ien broadsje, en dat makke er ta krom,<br \/>\nmei de holle sis mar yn \u2019e wolken \u2013 by de sinne.<\/p>\n<p>Wie it de man yn \u2019e plasse slein, troch de sinne?<br \/>\nWat besocht er te dwaan, d\u00ear heech op syn balkon!<br \/>\nAlleman \u00fbntfong ien nochal hurde krom,<br \/>\ndy\u2019t guon smeulsk fuorttikten yn de rivier,<br \/>\nen, yn in kopke, ien drip fan de kofje.<br \/>\nGuon fan \u00fas talmen, wachtsjend op it w\u00fbnder.<\/p>\n<p>Ik kin fertelle wat ik doe seach; it wie gjin w\u00fbnder.<br \/>\nDer stie in prachtige filla yn de sinne<br \/>\nen troch de doarren kaam de geur fan gleone kofje.<br \/>\nOan de foarkant in barok, wyt plastere balkon<br \/>\noanboud troch f\u00fbgels dy\u2019t nestelje l\u00e2ns de rivier<br \/>\n\u2013 ik seach it mei ien each flak by de krom \u2013<\/p>\n<p>en geanderijen en moarmeren keamers. Myn krom<br \/>\nmyn wenstee, foar my wrochte troch in w\u00fbnder,<br \/>\nieu nei ieu, troch ynsekten, f\u00fbgels en de rivier<br \/>\ndy\u2019t de stien bewurket. En ik sit yn de sinne,<br \/>\nalle dagen om moarnsitenstiid, op myn balkon<br \/>\nmei de fuotten omheech, en drink liters kofje.<\/p>\n<p>Wy beslikken de krom en ferslokten de kofje.<br \/>\nIn raam oarekant de rivier fong de sinne<br \/>\nas wie it w\u00fbnder geande, op it ferkearde balkon.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><big><em>A Miracle for Breakfast<\/em><\/big><\/p>\n<p>At six o\u2019clock we were waiting for coffee,<br \/>\nwaiting for coffee and the charitable crumb<br \/>\nthat was going to be served from a certain balcony,<br \/>\n\u2014like kings of old, or like a miracle.<br \/>\nIt was still dark. One foot of the sun<br \/>\nsteadied itself on a long ripple in the river.<\/p>\n<p>The first ferry of the day had just crossed the river.<br \/>\nIt was so cold we hoped that the coffee<br \/>\nwould be very hot, seeing that the sun<br \/>\nwas not going to warm us; and that the crumb<br \/>\nwould be a loaf each, buttered, by a miracle.<br \/>\nAt seven a man stepped out on the balcony.<\/p>\n<p>He stood for a minute alone on the balcony<br \/>\nlooking over our heads toward the river.<br \/>\nA servant handed him the makings of a miracle,<br \/>\nconsisting of one lone cup of coffee<br \/>\nand one roll, which he proceeded to crumb,<br \/>\nhis head, so to speak, in the clouds\u2014along with the sun.<\/p>\n<p>Was the man crazy? What under the sun<br \/>\nwas he trying to do, up there on his balcony!<br \/>\nEach man received one rather hard crumb,<br \/>\nwhich some flicked scornfully into the river,<br \/>\nand, in a cup, one drop of the coffee.<br \/>\nSome of us stood around, waiting for the miracle.<\/p>\n<p>I can tell what I saw next; it was not a miracle.<br \/>\nA beautiful villa stood in the sun<br \/>\nand from its doors came the smell of hot coffee.<br \/>\nIn front, a baroque white plaster balcony<br \/>\nadded by birds, who nest along the river,<br \/>\n\u2014I saw it with one eye close to the crumb\u2014<\/p>\n<p>and galleries and marble chambers. My crumb<br \/>\nmy mansion, made for me by a miracle,<br \/>\nthrough ages, by insects, birds, and the river<br \/>\nworking the stone. Every day, in the sun,<br \/>\nat breakfast time I sit on my balcony<br \/>\nwith my feet up, and drink gallons of coffee.<\/p>\n<p>We licked up the crumb and swallowed the coffee.<br \/>\nA window across the river caught the sun<br \/>\nas if the miracle were working, on the wrong balcony.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Ut <em>North &#038; South<\/em>, 1946<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; In w\u00fbnder as moarnsmiel Om seis oere sieten wy te wachtsjen op kofje, op kofje en op de goeddwaande krom dy\u2019t optsjinne wurde soe fan in beskaat balkon \u2013 as keningen fan wolear, of as in w\u00fbnder. It wie &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/?p=11658\">Fierder l\u00eaze <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[657],"tags":[655],"class_list":["post-11658","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-elizabeth-bishop","tag-elizabeth-bishop"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11658"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=11658"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11658\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12858,"href":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11658\/revisions\/12858"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=11658"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=11658"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=11658"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}