Father. Undress yourself. While you still may.
Show me what time has scarred
since we sat in the bath together and I proved
that waterdrops want to touch one another.
Fear not. We have similar structures.
Legs, back, nails and countless gestures.
I do not want to wait for twenty-seven more years
and see how hyperpigmentation
spreads, skin slackens and
veins burst.
Show me what is left when you make
love no more.
Recount names of women and let us
roar and resign.
Translated by John van Tiel
nice and interesting poem- //// I do not want to wait for twenty-seven more years and see how hyperpigmentation spreads, skin slackens and veins burst. /// enjoyed it
Show me what is left when you make love no more. Recount names of women and let us roar and resign....a very good poem. tony
Wow! So much to red between lines. Thanks for sharing the thought provoking poem.
An unconventional generational shift in father son relationships. Even if it was never expressed, it reflects the change in mood and approach. Thanks a lot.
A emotions packed touching yet in a way most intriguing poem.Thus, a modern poem of the day, perhaps.
Show me what is left when you make love no more. Recount names of women and let us roar and resign. a very good poem. tony
This poem ' Father.' is a beautiful poem by Eddy Van Vliet written before his death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I do not want to wait for twenty-seven more years and see how hyperpigmentation spreads, skin slackens and veins burst..........touching expression. Beautiful poem shared.