G Gerrit Achterberg

Gerrit Achterberg

25 şiir · 1905 — 1962

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Gerrit Achterberg was a 20th century Dutch poet whose use of surreal imagery and language inspired, later in his life, a generation of post-World War II poets known as the Experimentalists. His earlier work was very much of a sombre nature, being mostly concerned with a longed for reunion with someone who had died and he developed into a poet who used both romantic and metaphysical forms. He was a scholarly man, often introducing new words into his work in ever-increasing innovative ways. He was born on the 20th May 1905 in the Netherlands town of Langbroek, into a large family of eight children. His father’s days as a traditional coachman were numbered as the automobile gained popularity and he raised his family in the Calvinist tradition of the Protestant faith. Achterberg enjoyed a good education and began his working life as a teacher in 1924. At the same time he published his first piece of work, a collection of poems in collaboration with a friend named Arie Dekkers. The English translation of this publication was The Songs of Two Twenty-somethings. Such a title might have suggested that he was generally happy with his life but that was far from the truth. In fact he was deemed to be suffering from a “sickness of the soul” when turned down for military service and, as a result, he threatened to commit suicide. He seemed to make a kind of recovery under the guidance of Roel Houwink who acted as his mentor, encouraging him to write. The result was a collection called Afvaart, (Departure in English), published in 1931, and it was here that the theme of lost love first appeared. Achterberg was so affected by this work that a nervous breakdown soon followed and he was admitted to a psychiatric institution on a number of occasions, exhibiting an often violent demeanour. This tendency to violence erupted in tragic circumstances in 1937 when he shot and killed his landlady at a time when he was engaged to be married. His mind was so disturbed that he had attempted to force himself on the lady’s daughter and, when she intervened, Achterberg killed her. He threw himself on the mercy of the authorities and was placed under what was then called involuntary commitment. This would now be known as “sectioning”, where a person whose mind is clearly unbalanced is detained for his own, and everyone else’s, protection. Despite this situation his literary output was considerable. He was detained for six years but, during that time and the years following, he produced some 22 collections of poetry. A sequence of sonnets under the title A Tourist Does Golgotha and Ballad of the Gasfitter is generally thought to be his best known work. However, reflecting his state of mind for so many years, much of his work was fairly bleak in nature. Here is an extract from a poem called November which outlines the hopelessness felt by many at this dark time of the year: Perhaps getting married to a woman he had known since childhood was his salvation. He married Cathrien van Baak in 1946 and their marriage survived up to his death in 1962. In 1959 his work earned him a literary award known as the Constantijn Huygens Prize. Gerrit Achterberg suffered a heart attack at his home in Oud-Leusden and died on the 17th January 1962 at the age of 56.

Gerrit Achterberg şiirleri

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4 is squarely masculine and 3 round and feminine 9 is distant and out-of-sight of 6 more of the light…

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The twilight falls like ground. In Holland walks a hound. A hound with very long teeth. He goes through all the lands…

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Corners with household secrets are exposed. Floors hold their breath in shame. The lamp hangs low and large,…

Bird of insanity in this house of nerves dives in transport into the darkness that she has somehow come to love, but doesn't find her hand anymore, yields,…

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The morning blackbird gargles cupfuls of bitter wine, dream, that grows grainy with pain in the throats of birds…

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In the sun death has started his work. He has begun his sweet feast. The warm fields are effused with darkness. We walk now with pious feet over naked roads…

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It is the same December as your death. You don't remember... Once again that street…

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In this room I'm finally at home. Never again shall I write a verse that tears my life apart in order to write it. If I am a poet, then it's just a mistake.…

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You showed me tonight the rooms again; everything the same. It was again the first time among a thousand others that I saw them. You were still Mrs. and I Mr.…

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I have declared this Linden to be holy, that I continue to see as a woman. Far enough away there's but little difference: The trunk is the body, the clothes leaves,…

While he slept beneath the piano as if no morning would ever call to him, began softly upon the white and black of the deadly quiet glistening keys…

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The best of years past pushes against me again / this evening. All your usual questions find again a listening ear. Is it raining. Yes it's raining. Good night.…

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Close to the windows is the theater of trees. Insects make streaks along the panes and butterflies tumble about each other's booty. A plump dove flies in the green crater…

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Hulshorst, your name is like forgotten iron, within the pines and bitter conifers, rusts your station;…

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Sometimes, in a shop window, you appear, set up between others of the same gender, dressed in new clothes and marked with a little card, a price on your breast.…

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