Dichtersbankjes | Abraham Jacobs

Foto: Peter Bevers | Aletta Jacobs, Groningen

Uit de collectie Bert Bevers 👉 (keuze dichter en gedicht) voorraad Mannen van Bevers: Abraham Jacobs 👉

Fotoboek - Abraham Jacobs 👉

Dichtersbankjes | Koos Geerds

Foto: Peter Bevers | Middengasthuis, Groningen 

Uit de collectie Bert Bevers 👉 (keuze dichter en gedicht) voorraad Mannen van Bevers: Koos Geerds 👉

Gasthuis

 

Wereld, ik leef in het domein
van lichte taal in wintertijd:
de gangen leeg, de kamers ruim
en zonder grens de binnentuin.

Einder, bedaar, ik heb een huis
dat mij bevrijdt; onder dit dak
ben ik een mens die adem krijgt.

 

Koos Geerds

 

(Woeste grond, Arbeiderspers, Amsterdam, 1992)

Dichtersbankjes | Steve Harley

Foto: Bert Bevers | Kammenstraat, Antwerpen

Uit de collectie Bert Bevers 👉 (keuze dichter en gedicht) voorraad Mannen van Bevers: Steve Harley 👉

Black or white

 

Behind the wall the ears of love are listening
Behind the door they kneel
Behind the boy from whom we steal
Behind the dark, deserted halls of memory
Inside the sound: "ahoy !
"We have just landed for employ
"We need your hands to carru us to our joy"
To black or white
And step on it
Black or white

 

Between the shadow and uncertain color
Between the word and sign
Between the man and all his time
Between the sidewalk and the moving stairway
Between the yay and nay !
There falls the truth we aim to slay
There falls the truth we do so righteous flay
Come black or white
And step on it
Black or white

 

Until we gather life and all our dreams
Until we cool the heat
Until we share our cup of meat
Until the trail of waste is put to stud
Until we drift away
Towards the picture in the frame
Our celebration comes a game to play
Just black or white
And step on it
Black or white

 

 

Steve Harley

(Van het album Timeless Flight, 1976)

 

Dichtersbankjes | John Lennon

Foto: Bert Bevers | ModeMuseum, Antwerpen 

Uit de collectie Bert Bevers 👉 (keuze dichter en gedicht) voorraad Mannen van Bevers: John Lennon 👉

Norwegian wood

I once had a girl
Or should I say she once had me
She showed me her room
Isn't it good Norwegian wood?

 

She asked me to stay
And she told me to sit anywhere
So I looked around
And I noticed there wasn't a chair

 

I sat on a rug biding my time
Drinking her wine
We talked until two and then she said
"It's time for bed"

 

She told me she worked
In the morning and started to laugh
I told her I didn't
And crawled off to sleep in the bath

 

And when I awoke I was alone
This bird had flown
So I lit a fire
Isn't it good Norwegian wood?

 

 

Songwriters: John Lennon / Paul McCartney

(van het album Rubber Soul, 1965)

Dichtersbankjes | Jan Rot

Foto: Bert Bevers | Mode-Museum Antwerpen

Uit de collectie Bert Bevers 👉 (keuze dichter en gedicht) voorraad Mannen van Bevers: Jan Rot 👉

I'm lying in my bed and I can't get asleep. My head is full of
Melodies and I am counting sheep. DebbieDebbieDebbie I'm so down
DebbieDebbieDebbie I'm so tired
I'll stop this counting sheep, they're messin' up the floor and
Actually I cannot even stand no sheep no more
Let's count something else: abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz
The sound of clarinets is going round my head. I wonder if these
Clarinets will never go to bed
I can't stop counting sheep, I just can't feel asleep
I'm lying in my bed and I can't get asleep. I never use them pills
'cos the sandman's sand is cheap. I'm lying in my bed and I can't
Get asleep, my head is full of melodies and I am counting sheep
I'm tired of clarinets go peep-peep round my head, I wonder if
These clarinets will never go to bed