Sunday, 8 March 2015

Geranium by Hans Vlek


Geranium

From the badly-sitting
school bench in a smell of dust
old wood and piss, underneath high windows
in blistered frame, the red
of the geranium.

My grandmother slaving away above
a tub in the garden and beside
the neat tile path in a row, in the red
of which my grandpa spoke at
meetings: geraniums.

At home we had one
that never wanted to flower because
everyone put their fags out
in the pot. O lord, the sadness
of its hairy-green, bony
stem!

Geranium, splendid flower
that's not beautiful, wine
from the grocer, chicken
among the birds, jewel
of all that is cheap and nasty.

Hans Vlek [1947]


Original title: 'Geranium' - From: Maatstaf 12, maartnummer 1968 - Uitgeverij Daamen NV, Den Haag.