Emily Dickinson, Karl Heinrich Waggerl, Reinhard Kaiser Mühlecker, Jorge Semprún, Gertrud Kolmar

De Amerikaanse dichteres Emily Dickinson werd geboren op 10 december 1830 in Amherst, Massachusetts. Zie ook alle tags voor Emily Dickinson op dit blog.

 

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—

I’ve heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.

 

“Faith” Is A Fine Invention

“Faith” is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency.

 

Love is anterior to life

Love is anterior to life,
Posterior to death,
Initial of creation, and
The exponent of breath.

 

 
Emily Dickinson (10 december 1830 – 15 mei 1886)
Portret door Jerry Breen, ca. 2006

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Jacquelyn Mitchard, Nelly Sachs, Cornelia Funke, Carolyn Kizer, Pierre Louÿs

De Amerikaanse schrijfster Jacquelyn Mitchard werd geboren in Chicago, Illinois, op 10 december 1951. Zie ook alle tags voor Jacquelyn Mitchard op dit blog.

Uit: Christmas, Present

“But he could not frame a question that would elicit the date from Laura’s cool and sharp-eyed mother. She was a busy realtor, a woman of few words except where they concerned post-and-beam construction or Carrera marble in the master bath. She would not burble forth, “And that was the last time Helen and David went anywhere together as husband and wife … ” or “I’d just bought that silver Volvo … ” or “Do you remember how adorable Laurie’s sister Angela looked; she was only a junior … ” — remarks that could be checked against a family timeline.
Their wedding album had been no help.
It was inscribed with their names, the month and day — but, at Laura’s behest, not the year. For the same reason, the photos all were in black-and-white. “Color makes pictures look dated. I want this to be always new,” she’d said.
They were married December 23, and all the women, including Laura, wore red velvet, the men gray morning clothes, with top hats — even without the help of color film, he could remember the splash they all made, like bright cardinals and sparrows against the snow. The photographer spread huge sheets of clear plastic beneath an evergreen bower for outdoor shots. Laura peeked from under the hood of a wool merino cape trimmed with rabbit fur, like a character from Little Women.
The photos were timeless; not even a single car with an identifiable grille or body shape was visible.
He might have asked his own mother outright, and she would have felt no impulse to chide him. She would have been moved by his diligence.
He had missed his mother, more or less constantly, for two years, with the persistence of a low-grade fever that spiked in spring or at moments of acute need or tenderness. Laura resembled his mother in no way; she had different habits, preferences, and talents. But his wife still somehow recalled Amy, in common sense, in pure spirit. Laura still teased him about their first date: He had confessed he might never marry at all, never find a woman the equal of his mother. Amy had died of ovarian cancer, hadn’t even lived to hear Amelia, the daughter they had named for her, say her grandmother’s name.”

 

 
Jacquelyn Mitchard (Chicago, 10 december 1951)

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Clarice Lispector, Thomas Lux, Ara Baliozian, Christine Brückner, Rumer Godden

De Braziliaanse schrijfster Clarice Lispector werd geboren op 10 december 1925 in Podolia (Oekraïne). Zie ook alle tags voor Clarice Lispector op dit blog.

Uit: Why This World (Biografie door Benjamin Moser)

“In 1946, the young Brazilian writer Clarice Lispector was returning from Rio de Janeiro to Italy, where her husband was vice consul in Naples. She had traveled home as a diplomatic courier, carrying dispatches to the Brazilian Ministry of Foreign Relations, but with the usual routes between Europe and South America disrupted by the war, her journey to rejoin her husband followed an unconven-
tional itinerary. From Rio she flew to Natal, on the northeastern tip of Brazil, then onward to the British base at Ascension Island in the South Atlantic, to the American air station in Liberia, to the French bases in Rabat and Casablanca, and then via Cairo and Athens to Rome.
Before each leg of the trip, she had a few hours, or days, to look around. In Cairo, the Brazilian consul and his wife invited her to a cabaret, where they were amazed to see the exotic belly dance performed to the familiar strains of a hit of Rio’s 1937 Carnival, Carmen Miranda’s “I Want Mommy.”
Egypt itself failed to impress her, she wrote a friend back in Rio de Janeiro.
“I saw the pyramids, the Sphinx–a Mohammedan read my palm in the `desert sands’ and said I had a pure heart. . . . Speaking of sphinxes, pyramids, piasters, it’s all in horribly bad taste. It’s almost immodest to live in Cairo. The problem is trying to feel anything that hasn’t been accounted for by a guide.”1
Clarice Lispector never returned to Egypt. But many years later she recalled her brief sightseeing tour, when, in the “desert sands,” she stared down no one less than the Sphinx herself.
“I did not decipher her,” wrote the proud, beautiful Clarice. “But neither did she decipher me.”
By the time she died in 1977, Clarice Lispector was one of the mythical figures of Brazil, the Sphinx of Rio de Janeiro, a woman who fascinated her countrymen virtually from adolescence. “The sight of her was a shock,” the poet Ferreira Gullar remembered of their first meeting. “Her green almond eyes, her high cheekbones, she looked like a she-wolf, a fascinating wolf. . . . I thought that if I saw her again I would fall hopelessly in love with her.” “There were men who couldn’t forget me for ten years,” she admitted.”

 

 
Clarice Lispector (10 december 1925 – 9 december 1977)

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