The poem doesn’t know anything, proclaims nothing, preaches nothing and teaches nothing. It can’t be used for any useful purpose whatsoever, it’s doesn’t serve to embellish life, it gives no worldly wisdom. It is good for nothing, it has worth in itself. It doesn’t replace anything, it doesn’t inform. The poem is in a state of zero gravity and yet carries weight. It is nothing and nevertheless entails all.
Leo Herberghs
Poetry makes nothing happen.
W.H. Auden
Frozen poets - Sculptures, graves and other traces of poets
Dutch poetry in Indonesian language, translated by Siti Wahyuningsih and Albert Hagenaars
Critical reviews on modern Dutch poetry
www.alberthagenaars.nl
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