Liesbeth V. Hafenrichter

Liesbeth V. Hafenrichter Poems

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.
...

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
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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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Just Letting You Know I'm Unharmed

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.

While the bombs are descending on Mariupol I show you
the progress of the seedbed by google-share. Look, it's going fast already.
Forget-me-nots are the new weeds, shallow rooting.

All those fencing screens - it shouldn't seem like everything and everyone is replaceable -
The airspace between us is still accessible, satellites do their work,
obediently, without clashing. I know, you would rather have seen it with your own eyes

I celebrate this clandestine kind of spring with cold coffee
in the flowery shelters of my imagination. How pretty normal everything can be, if you really want it.
Neighbour women I truly appreciate clean doors, and windows.

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