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Title

Against the forgetting : selected poems / Hans Faverey ; translated from the Dutch and with a foreword by Francis R. Jones ; preface by Eliot Weinberger.

Author

Faverey, Hans.

Publication

New York : New Directions, 2004.

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Details

Additional Authors

Jones, Francis R., 1955-

Description

xxii, 178 p.; 21 cm.

Series Statement

New Directions paperbook ; 969

Uniform Title

• New Directions paperbook ; 969.
• Poems. Selections. English

Alternative Title

Poems.

Note

• Includes index.

Contents

Preface / Eliot Weinberger -- Foreword / Francis R. Jones -- Standstill -- No metaphor -- The evacuated air-lock -- A leak in the silence: noise- -- So this man bows -- The unbutterfly - the -- Dominance -- Shouldn't we be leaving here? -- Distance, What does distance matter -- What direction's it coming from? -- The end? No, Almost -- Or should we stay here -- 3 in the morning, 4 at night -- Old rain; new rain -- (Can you still hear me?) -- Pelican to the -- Emptying one's head -- Nothing is wiped out as fast -- When the time comes -- I sit in my circle -- Smoke from the smokehole -- Now the hour is standing still -- Why? Because I am sitting -- He who cannot wait for the unhoped-for -- Mir nix: dir nix -- Maybe only much later -- Did this man here have -- Same old river landscape -- As far as the eye can see -- In seed and crystal -- First the message kills -- The chrysanthemums -- Only when someone in a photo -- If I want to do something -- If it brings anything about -- Little by little - -- Flash of darkening -- I have forgotten what I -- 'You're making me into something I'm not -- Having been lying on one's left side -- That you never existed -- Where she now is, now -- As soon as it looks at itself -- It's clearer now in my head -- She stoops -- Lightfall -- Murmur, preceding -- Behind the light, deeds are dead -- So is it a dream after all -- It won't be long now before -- Or, by lingering -- Open, unrecognizable -- Where the apricot tree -- It is snowing -- This is the penalty -- When there is nothing left -- Oblivion knows no time -- If only I were who I have remained -- Forcing into oneself and -- The summer has grown old -- Lisping of sometimes silken chains -- A ball is at rest, or it is -- The earth, being earthwork -- What is of fire falls to no other share -- Default of wind -- The same riverbank, mine -- Captured in his own net -- An angler fish does nothing other -- Changing fortunes of war: eclipse -- The same net, hung out to dry -- The pond lies inside the lake -- The chestnut is eating out of my palm -- Inside the palm-nut lies a fish -- On the strength of what's no longer here -- So I start up anew as of old -- Down, till nothing remains of -- If grief, as foreseen, comes to a dead -- In one of those early evenings -- What happens when, in the depths -- What gives rise to the certainty -- Now it is here -- Now I, walking backwards -- It is not yet now -- Inhospitable facts no longer serving -- When: what you see is there no more -- An early evening as it should be -- Ever more of the same -- Nothing comes to be -- What the west wind left her with -- How is nothings itself -- Following the river upstream -- Only when all has been ordered -- Something like a desert of his own -- My aquarium houses as many liters -- Why is it like this; and when -- In the end I let you bathe in light -- Towards the end the cut withstands -- The vase -- The notion that my body -- 'My love, the hart of time -- The fragile, the disquieting -- This is how I goes under -- Shearing along -- The muffled thud with which the strange cat -- 'Although I am a swallow -- Extremely slowly the snail -- What it is all about -- The night is mortal -- It has been thundering -- One of my hands rises -- I suddenly turn round -- I fill my lungs and enter -- If the opening were forever -- Although is is forever -- More fleeting than my shadow is -- Everything existing stretches -- To be able to lash out -- As soon as I raise my eyes -- Why did she not stay where she is -- Beating his lead with the blunt -- As a woman might -- There is not much else than here -- Night escapes its shades of dawn -- The eyes which grant -- Is the same not good enough then -- Its only riddle: how -- How come the unmoving -- The angel leans further and further -- Time and again I have to love you -- Spring, it must be, Persephone -- On its ever so tricky thread -- On a hiding to nothing -- Doesn't the shadowy rose -- Letting a night train -- Shortly before it is too late -- Casting all caution aside -- The way a man stands in his garden -- The train scarcely slackens speed -- She has let herself fall on her bed -- Seldom has a panther's leap -- To stare without desire, with no -- As simple as a drop of water -- Nowhere has denying -- Yesterday, yes, I still existed here -- With one hand in my lap -- Since nobody was there anyway -- One fine day it was night -- If later, or sooner, it is -- 'Then they went away too,'.

ISBN

0811215555 (alk. paper)

LCCN

2003018021

OCLC

ocm52876499

Owning Institutions

Columbia University Libraries