{"id":13654,"date":"2020-03-06T02:00:00","date_gmt":"2020-03-06T01:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/?p=13654"},"modified":"2020-03-06T02:51:30","modified_gmt":"2020-03-06T01:51:30","slug":"elizabeth-bishop-fiifheech","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/?p=13654","title":{"rendered":"Elizabeth Bishop, Fiifheech<\/em>"},"content":{"rendered":"

 
\nFiifheech<\/em><\/big><\/p>\n

Tsjuster noch.
\nDe \u00fbnbekende f\u00fbgel sit op syn f\u00easte t\u00fbke.
\nIt h\u00fbntsje fan hjirn\u00east blaft hifkjend
\nyn syn sliep, ien kear mar.
\nFaaks ek yn syn sliep, trillerjend,
\nhifket de f\u00fbgel ien of twa kear.
\nFragen \u2013 as it dat binne \u2013
\nd\u00ear\u2019t fuort en sljocht beskie op komt
\nfan de dei sels.<\/p>\n

Unbidige moarn, plomp, stipt;
\nskier ljocht tekenet elke keale t\u00fbke,
\nelk \u00f4fs\u00fbnderlik twiichje l\u00e2ns ien kant \u00f4f
\nen skept in twadde beam, fan gl\u00eazen nerven…
\nDe f\u00fbgel sit der noch. Hy liket no te gapjen.<\/p>\n

It swarte h\u00fbntsje str\u00fant oer syn hiem.
\nDe stim fan syn baas klinkt strang op:
\n\u2018Do moatst dy skamje!\u2019
\nWat hat er dien?
\nHy springt blier op en del,
\ngiselet yn r\u00fbntsjes yn de fallen bl\u00eaden.<\/p>\n

Hy hat d\u00fadlik gjin skamtegefoel.
\nHy en de f\u00fbgel witte, alles is antwurd op j\u00fbn,
\noeral is foar soarge,
\nnochris hifkje hoecht net.
\n\u2013 Juster sa licht nei hjoed brocht!
\n(In juster dat ik suver net te tillen fyn.)<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Five Flights Up<\/em><\/big><\/p>\n

Still dark.
\nThe unknown bird sits on his usual branch.
\nThe little dog next door barks in his sleep
\ninquiringly, just once.
\nPerhaps in his sleep, too, the bird inquires
\nonce or twice, quavering.
\nQuestions\u2014if that is what they are\u2014
\nanswered directly, simply,
\nby day itself.<\/p>\n

Enormous morning, ponderous, meticulous;
\ngray light streaking each bare branch,
\neach single twig, along one side,
\nmaking another tree, of glassy veins . . .
\nThe bird still sits there. Now he seems to yawn.<\/p>\n

The little black dog runs in his yard.
\nHis owner\u2019s voice arises, stern,
\n\u201cYou ought to be ashamed!\u201d
\nWhat has he done?
\nHe bounces cheerfully up and down;
\nhe rushes in circles in the fallen leaves.<\/p>\n

Obviously, he has no sense of shame.
\nHe and the bird know everything is answered,
\nall taken care of,
\nno need to ask again.
\n\u2014Yesterday brought to today so lightly!
\n(A yesterday I find almost impossible to lift.)<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ut Geography III<\/em>, 1976. YouTube: \u2018Five Flights Up\u2019, foardroegen troch Elizabeth Bishop sels, 1974.<\/p>\n