{"id":12192,"date":"2019-01-19T19:00:13","date_gmt":"2019-01-19T18:00:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/?p=12192"},"modified":"2019-08-11T19:16:25","modified_gmt":"2019-08-11T17:16:25","slug":"elizabeth-bishop-de-mot-minske","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/?p=12192","title":{"rendered":"Elizabeth Bishop, De Mot-Minske<\/em>"},"content":{"rendered":"

 
\nDe Mot-Minske*<\/em><\/big><\/p>\n

                          Hjirre, boppe,
\nbinne skuorren yn it gebou opfolle mei knoeid moanneljocht.
\nIt hiele skaad fan de Minske is mar sa grut as syn hoed.
\nIt leit oan syn fuotten as in skiif d\u00ear\u2019t in pop op stean kin
\nen hy is in omklapte nulle, de punt magnetisearre nei de moanne.
\nHy sjocht de moanne net; nimt inkeld har gr\u00fbngebiet waar
\nen fielt it frjemde ljocht op syn hannen, waarm noch k\u00e2ld,
\nfan in temperatuer dy\u2019t mei gjin termometer te mjitten is.<\/p>\n

                          Mar as de Mot-Minske
\nby gelegenheid syn seldsume besites oan it oerflak \u00f4fleit,
\nkomt him de moanne hiel oars foar. Hy ferskynt
\n\u00fat in iepening \u00fbnder de r\u00e2ne fan ien fan de trottoirs
\nen begjint \u00fbnr\u00eastich tsjin de gevels op te kr\u00fbpen.
\nHy tinkt dat de moanne in lyts gat is boppeyn de himel,
\nwat de himel nutteleas makket foar beskerming.
\nHy trillet, mar moat speure sa heech as er klimme kin.<\/p>\n

                          En wylst syn skaad
\nas de achterdoek fan in fotograaf achter him oan sljurket,
\nklimt er bang by de fasades op, tinkt dat er it diskear opr\u00eade sil
\nen stek syn kopke troch dy geefr\u00fbne iepening, om as \u00fat in tube
\ndertrochhinne prest te wurden, yn swarte slierten op it ljocht.
\n(De Minske, dy\u2019t \u00fbnder him stiet, hat sokke yll\u00fazjes net.)
\nMar de Mot-Minske moat dwaan wat him it bangst makket,
\nek al faalt er, \u00fat soarte, en falt er achteroer, kjel mar net ferw\u00fbne.<\/p>\n

                          Dan giet er werom
\nnei it feale seminten gongestelsel dat er syn th\u00fas neamt.
\nHy fljocht, fladderet, kin sa fluch net as him noaskje soe
\nyn de l\u00fbdleaze treinen komme. De doarren slute rap.
\nDe Mot-Minske nimt altiten achterstefoaren plak
\nen de trein set daalk \u00fatein op folle, skriklike snelheid,
\ns\u00fbnder te skeakeljen of wat foar oergong ek.
\nHy wit net yn hokker tempo oft er tebek reizget.<\/p>\n

                          Nachts moat er troch
\nkeunstmjittige tunnels ferfierd wurde en dreamen werhelje.
\nSa\u2019t de bylzen harsels werhelje \u00fbnder syn trein, sa lizze sy
\nde gr\u00fbn foar syn hastige brein. Hy doart net \u00fat it raam te sjen,
\nwant it tredde spoar, de \u00fbn\u00fbnderbrutsen swolch fergif,
\nrint d\u00ear n\u00east him. Hy besk\u00f4get it as in sykte d\u00ear\u2019t er
\nin fetberens foar oerurven hat. Hy moat syn hannen
\nyn \u2019e b\u00fbsen h\u00e2lde, sa\u2019t oaren sjalen drage moatte.<\/p>\n

                          Asto him fangst,
\nh\u00e2ld dan in b\u00fbslampe by syn each. \u2019t Is ien en al swarte pupil,
\nja in folsleine nacht, mei in bewimpere kime dy\u2019t strak l\u00fbkt
\nas er werom stoarret en it each sl\u00fat. Dan glydt der fan de lidden
\nien trien, syn iennichste besit, as de angel fan in bij.
\nTem\u00fbk ferberget er dy, en ast der even net by bist
\nslokt er him yn. Sjochst lykwols ta, dan langet er him oer,
\nkoel as \u00fat \u00fbndergr\u00fbnske wellen en suver gen\u00f4ch om te drinken.<\/p>\n

 
\n* Printflater yn in krante foar \u2018rotminske\u2019.<\/small><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The Man-Moth*<\/big><\/em><\/p>\n

                          Here, above,
\ncracks in the buildings are filled with battered moonlight.
\nThe whole shadow of Man is only as big as his hat.
\nIt lies at his feet like a circle for a doll to stand on,
\nand he makes an inverted pin, the point magnetized to the moon.
\nHe does not see the moon; he observes only her vast properties,
\nfeeling the queer light on his hands, neither warm nor cold,
\nof a temperature impossible to record in thermometers.<\/p>\n

                          But when the Man-Moth
\npays his rare, although occasional, visits to the surface,
\nthe moon looks rather different to him. He emerges
\nfrom an opening under the edge of one of the sidewalks
\nand nervously begins to scale the faces of the buildings.
\nHe thinks the moon is a small hole at the top of the sky,
\nproving the sky quite useless for protection.
\nHe trembles, but must investigate as high as he can climb.<\/p>\n

                          Up the fa\u00e7ades,
\nhis shadow dragging like a photographer\u2019s cloth behind him,
\nhe climbs fearfully, thinking that this time he will manage
\nto push his small head through that round clean opening
\nand be forced through, as from a tube, in black scrolls on the light.
\n(Man, standing below him, has no such illusions.)
\nBut what the Man-Moth fears most he must do, although
\nhe fails, of course, and falls back scared but quite unhurt.<\/p>\n

                          Then he returns
\nto the pale subways of cement he calls his home. He flits,
\nhe flutters, and cannot get aboard the silent trains
\nfast enough to suit him. The doors close swiftly.
\nThe Man-Moth always seats himself facing the wrong way
\nand the train starts at once at its full, terrible speed,
\nwithout a shift in gears or a gradation of any sort.
\nHe cannot tell the rate at which he travels backwards.<\/p>\n

                          Each night he must
\nbe carried through artificial tunnels and dream recurrent dreams.
\nJust as the ties recur beneath his train, these underlie
\nhis rushing brain. He does not dare look out the window,
\nfor the third rail, the unbroken draught of poison,
\nruns there beside him. He regards it as a disease
\nhe has inherited the susceptibility to. He has to keep
\nhis hands in his pockets, as others must wear mufflers.<\/p>\n

                          If you catch him,
\nhold up a flashlight to his eye. It\u2019s all dark pupil,
\nan entire night itself, whose haired horizon tightens
\nas he stares back, and closes up the eye. Then from the lids
\none tear, his only possession, like the bee\u2019s sting, slips.
\nSlyly he palms it, and if you\u2019re not paying attention
\nhe\u2019ll swallow it. However, if you watch, he\u2019ll hand it over,
\ncool as from underground springs and pure enough to drink.<\/p>\n

 
\n* Newspaper misprint for \u201cmammoth.\u201d<\/small><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ut North & South<\/em>, 1946<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

  De Mot-Minske*                           Hjirre, boppe, binne skuorren yn it gebou opfolle mei knoeid moanneljocht. It hiele skaad fan de Minske is mar sa grut as syn hoed. It leit oan syn fuotten as in skiif d\u00ear\u2019t in pop op stean … Fierder l\u00eaze →<\/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-12192","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\/12192"}],"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=12192"}],"version-history":[{"count":24,"href":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12192\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12856,"href":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12192\/revisions\/12856"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=12192"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=12192"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=12192"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}