{"id":27040,"date":"2023-11-17T07:54:42","date_gmt":"2023-11-17T06:54:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/?p=27040"},"modified":"2023-11-17T07:54:43","modified_gmt":"2023-11-17T06:54:43","slug":"ditmar-bakker-vertaalt-sonnet-14-sonnets-from-an-ungrafted-tree-van-millay-doodsbang-was-zij","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/index.php\/2023\/11\/17\/ditmar-bakker-vertaalt-sonnet-14-sonnets-from-an-ungrafted-tree-van-millay-doodsbang-was-zij\/","title":{"rendered":"DITMAR BAKKER vertaalt! sonnet 14 – \u2018Sonnets From An Ungrafted Tree\u2019 van Millay – ‘Doodsbang was zij…’"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Doodsbang was zij dat hij ’s nachts sterven zou.
En soms–dan duurde schemer niet meer lang–
moest iets in haar wel zien hoe wit en koud
de berken oogden\u2026en dan werd ze bang,
zelfs met een lamp, te lopen door het huis
om alles goed op slot te doen; weldra
werd nacht wel dag, maar ’n hond die blaft, een muis
die piept\u2026 ’t geluid al weg, trok het daarna
de rillingen door haar lijf. Overdag
kon ze ’t bijna vergeten, en het scheen
stompzinnig haast om voor die angst alleen
iemand te vragen die ’t ’s nachts overzag.
Ze zette thee op, toen ’t haar binnenviel:
ze liet de ketel pruttelen ’s nachts, wat haar gezelschap hield.

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She had a horror he would die at night.
And sometimes when the light began to fade
She could not keep from noticing how white
The birches looked \u2014 and then she would be afraid,
Even with a lamp, to go about the house
And lock the windows; and as night wore on
Toward morning, if a dog howled, or a mouse
Squeaked in the floor, long after it was gone
Her flesh would sit awry on her. By day
She would forget somewhat, and it would seem
A silly thing to go with just this dream
And get a neighbor to come at night and stay.
But it would strike her sometimes, making tea:
She had kept that kettle boiling all night long, for company.

Ditmar Bakker vertaalt <\/a><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\r\n\t\t