Lava and Sand

By Hester Knibbe Hester Knibbe

Translated By Jacquelyn Pope Read the translator's notes

The soil I’m walking over comes   

from deeper: a fire had done it in,   
a stewpot had suddenly popped   
and its contents streamed   
out wave over wave until   
it reached the water, until the sea   
called it a day and struck back   

with a counterwave. Stony nightblack   
dreambarren land where tawny   
thyme wrestles up and thistle is stitched   
to every bare thing. Over this malevolence   
I carry you in me,   
sevenmonths deadchild, out to the sea

Source: Poetry (April 2009).

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This poem originally appeared in the April 2009 issue of Poetry magazine

April 2009

Biography

Hester Knibbe's books of poems include Oogsteen (2009) and Bedrieglijke dagen (2008), both from De Arbeiderspers. She received the A. Roland Holst prize in 2009.

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SUBJECT Living, Sorrow & Grieving

Poetic Terms Free Verse

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