This week’s Friday Verses are written by Maarten Buser. We translated Omtrek (Outline). This poem was first published in Dutch in Het Liegend Konijn, a magazine for contemporary Dutch-language poetry.
Maarten Buser (b. 1991, Doetinchem) is a poet and an art critic. He writes for such media as Gonzo (circus), Metropolis M and de lage landen. His poetry and essays have been published in magazines including Het Liegend Konijn and Revisor. His debut collection, Club Brancuzzi, was published by Koppernik in 2016. In 2018 he won one of the prizes of the Young Art Critics’ Prize. In addition he has translated various English-language poets into Dutch.
Outline
I lost track for a moment
and had become someone who commutes
They say I am computable,
a letterbox for folders
Somewhere a body folds
up for the suitcase
Let me curl up against someone
who searches through my locations,
reassures me about who I am
(Dutch version below the photo)
© Aad Hoogendoorn
Omtrek
Ik lette even niet op
en was iemand geworden die forenst
Ze zeggen dat ik berekend kan worden,
een brievenbus voor folders
Ergens vouwt een lichaam zich
op voor de reiskoffer
Laat me tegen iemand opkrullen
die mijn locaties doorzoekt,
me geruststelt met wie ik ben