Erik Lindner was born on May 3, 1968 in The Hague, the Netherlands. When he turned fourteen he left secondary school and worked, amongst others, as a tutor of the Gerrit Rietveld Academy for The Arts. Lindner made his début in 1996 with Tramontane. From 1998 till 2003 Lindner was attached to the Institut Néerlandais in Paris as a freelance programmer. He has read his work to audiences since 1984 and was a guest at various international festivals. He published four books of poetry and a novel. In 2012 he was stipendiat of the Berliner Künstlerprogramm of DAAD. Translated books appeared in French, German and Italian. Also, individual poems of Lindner have already been translated into Chinese, English, Macedonian and Turkiish.
1. All that is born can disappear.
How on a boiling day a low bench
receives shade from seven olive trees.
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Till a sail of the windmill comes loose
Ivens waits on a chair for the wind
till the tip of a dune hollow crumbles
for the wind on a chair waits Ivens
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The sea's purple at Piraeus.
A flag creeps over the bell tower
when the wind turns.
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Off the coast the diver rests in his story
and sparsely draws the cliff behind the beach.
The wind cuts the story and wears and rubs
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In the storm soon to come
the road will become impassable
barriers close behind us
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