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Luuk Gruwez (born 9 August 1953) is a Flemish poet. Since 1976, he lives in Hasselt, where he worked until 1995 as a teacher.
Gruwez was born at Kortrijk. He attended high school there at the Damiaancollege and graduated in Germanic philology at the Katholieke Universiteit Leuven. In 1976 he moved from Kortrijk to Hasselt. He earns a living as a teacher there until his career break in 1995 after being granted a scholarship as a writer.
Gruwez' work is sometimes considered to belong to the neoromantic movement in response to the new realism of the 60s, with its typical emphasis on the emotions of life, love, disease, decay and death. But in Luuk Gruwez' work this kind of romance is ... more »
Luuk Gruwez Poems
Barely she still calls me mister,
the shrew that's training me.
Disguised as the dog of the house,
I must sniff at her existence
and bark when something is suspicious.
For she has the ...... more »
Zij noemt mij zelden nog meneer,
de helleveeg die mij dresseert.
Ik ga vermomd als hond des huizes,
moet snuffelen aan haar bestaan
en keffen als er iets niet pluis is.
Want zij heeft de ...... more »
And if there is no longer any tenderness,
let us then pretend this tenderness
with blindfold hands and eyes half closed,
lying against each other like a frontier.
A word may then no longer ...... more »
En als er geen tederheid meer is,
laten wij de tederheid dan veinzen
met geblinddoekte handen en geloken ogen,
liggend aan elkander als een grens.
Een woord mag dan niet langer een woord ...... more »
For Totje
Let's head for Wijvenheide then.
What a shame that distances extend,
but those with Wijvenheide in their sights
will get to Wijvenheide in the end.
Let's head for Wijvenheide ...... more »
Voor Totje
Laat ons naar Wijvenheide gaan.
Hoe Jammerlijk dat afstanden bestaan,
maar wie per se naar Wijvenheide wil,
komt ook in Wijvenheide aan.
Laat ons naar Wijvenheide gaan.
Daar ...... more »
For Herman de Coninck
In men it's cold and frequently December.
In women it is mostly May.
They want to shimmer all their lives,... more »
WIJVENHEIDE
For Totje
Let's head for Wijvenheide then.
What a shame that distances extend,
but those with Wijvenheide in their sights
will get to Wijvenheide in the end.
Let's head for Wijvenheide then.
Reed warblers land there from the skies.
Reed tufts wave long advance goodbyes
to those who soon will have to leave again.
Let's head for Wijvenheide then.
In Wijvenheide a great secret's kept:
The egret's trying to hatch a soft-fried egg.
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