{"id":15128,"date":"2021-05-17T12:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-05-17T10:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/?p=15128"},"modified":"2021-05-20T01:49:48","modified_gmt":"2021-05-19T23:49:48","slug":"elizabeth-bishop-in-kald-foarjier","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/?p=15128","title":{"rendered":"Elizabeth Bishop, In k\u00e2ld foarjier<\/em>"},"content":{"rendered":"

 
\n\"\"<\/a>In k\u00e2ld foarjier<\/nobr><\/em><\/big>
\nfoar Jane Dewey, Maryland<\/small><\/p>\n

Der is neat sa moai as maitiid. \u2013 Hopkins<\/nobr><\/small><\/p>\n

In k\u00e2ld foarjier:
\nit fioeltsje stie breklik yn it gers.
\nTwa wike minstens wifelen de beammen;
\nde lytse bledsjes wachten,
\nlieten hoeden harren skaaimerken riede.
\nLang om let sette stimmich grien stof
\nhim f\u00east op dyn grutte, doelleaze heuvels.
\nOp in dei, yn in skrouske wite smeet sinneskyn,
\nwaard op de flank fan ien in keal berne.
\nDe mem hold op mei \u00e2ljen
\nen die lang oer it opfretten fan it f\u00fbl,
\nin stakkerige flagge,
\nmar it keal kaam daalk oerein,
\nit like fan sins en fiel him blij.<\/p>\n

De deis d\u00earnei
\nwie \u2019t in stik waarmer.
\nGrienich-wite kornoelje krong troch yn de bosk,
\nelk blombledsje skynber skroeid oan in sigrettepeuk;
\nen de reade hagebeam stie der skier
\nen roerleas n\u00east, mar earder yn beweging hast
\nas fan hokker th\u00fas te bringen kleur ek.
\nFjouwer herten oefenen op it oer dyn hikken springen.
\nDe baby-ikebledsjes soeiden troch de skrale iik.
\nSjonggoarsen stienen op skerp foar de simmer,
\nyn de eskdoarn liet de komplemint\u00eare kardinaal
\nin swipe klappe en de slieper waard wekker,
\nspeake him de milenlange griene lea \u00fat it suden.
\nOp syn m\u00fbtse waarden de seringen wyt
\nen op in dei dwarrelen se del as snie.
\nNo, by j\u00fbn,
\nkomt in nije moanne op.
\nDe heuvels fers\u00eaftsje. Toefen lang gers
\ntoane w\u00ear\u2019t elk kowe-aai leit.
\nDe baltkikkerts klinke,
\nas plukke logge tommen oan sloppe snaren.
\nUnder de lampe teare de lytste motten
\nharren tsjin dyn wite foardoar \u00fat,
\nas Sineeske waaiers, sulver en fergulde sulver
\noer feal giel, oranje of griis.
\nNo, \u00fat it tichte gers wei,
\nbegjinne de glindmichjes op te stigen:
\nomheech, omleech en wer omheech:
\nljochtjaand as se klimme,
\nlyktidich kliuwend nei deselde hichte,
\n\u2013 krekt sa as de b\u00fbltsjes yn sjampanje.
\n\u2013 Letter stige se folle heger.
\nEn dyn skadige greiden binne no by steat en bring
\nsokke singeliere gluorjende hommaazjes
\nelke j\u00fbn, de hiele simmer lang.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A Cold Spring<\/em><\/big>
\nfor Jane Dewey, Maryland<\/small><\/p>\n

Nothing is so beautiful as spring. \u2014Hopkins<\/small><\/p>\n

A cold spring:
\nthe violet was flawed on the lawn.
\nFor two weeks or more the trees hesitated;
\nthe little leaves waited,
\ncarefully indicating their characteristics.
\nFinally a grave green dust
\nsettled over your big and aimless hills.
\nOne day, in a chill white blast of sunshine,
\non the side of one a calf was born.
\nThe mother stopped lowing
\nand took a long time eating the after-birth,
\na wretched flag,
\nbut the calf got up promptly
\nand seemed inclined to feel gay.<\/p>\n

The next day
\nwas much warmer.
\nGreenish-white dogwood infiltrated the wood,
\neach petal burned, apparently, by a cigarette-butt;
\nand the blurred redbud stood
\nbeside it, motionless, but almost more
\nlike movement than any placeable color.
\nFour deer practiced leaping over your fences.
\nThe infant oak-leaves swung through the sober oak.
\nSong-sparrows were wound up for the summer,
\nand in the maple the complementary cardinal
\ncracked a whip, and the sleeper awoke,
\nstretching miles of green limbs from the south.
\nIn his cap the lilacs whitened,
\nthen one day they fell like snow.
\nNow, in the evening,
\na new moon comes.
\nThe hills grow softer. Tufts of long grass show
\nwhere each cow-flop lies.
\nThe bull-frogs are sounding,
\nslack strings plucked by heavy thumbs.
\nBeneath the light, against your white front door,
\nthe smallest moths, like Chinese fans,
\nflatten themselves, silver and silver-gilt
\nover pale yellow, orange, or gray.
\nNow, from the thick grass, the fireflies
\nbegin to rise:
\nup, then down, then up again:
\nlit on the ascending flight,
\ndrifting simultaneously to the same height,
\n\u2014exactly like the bubbles in champagne.
\n\u2014Later on they rise much higher.
\nAnd your shadowy pastures will be able to offer
\nthese particular glowing tributes
\nevery evening now throughout the summer.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ut A Cold Spring<\/em>, 1955<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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