Liesbeth V. Hafenrichter

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Here it was, where my father used to lite a fire
Serious, talking to himself.
We would play school,
Squatted, like girls wearing patent leathers do
...

Nameless trees fallen along the cycle path bear their last blossom,
as if cut for a vase. But once at home bulky, almost ridiculous.
That's what you get if you want to own everything.
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Liesbeth V. Hafenrichter Biography

Given name: Liesbeth Voelkel Born in 1958 in Southern Germany. Translator, singer and poet, actually living in the very north of the Netherlands. Poet's name Hafenrichter is a hommage to her mother's maiden name, and her ancestors who lived in the former Bohemian part of Czech Republic, then part of the Hungarian-Austrian Monarchy. .)

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Slatemine, Shut Down

Here it was, where my father used to lite a fire
Serious, talking to himself.
We would play school,
Squatted, like girls wearing patent leathers do
amidst the red broom bushes
with knees that have nothing in common with them

We were writing on pieces of blue slate
that it was us who wrote that down
We were writing that the potatoes already
were in the fire to cook
and would come out blackened
we were scratching on the black slates that we could not
write down everything a thousand times
on all those thousand pieces of slate
and that we would come back, later

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