Dat is de dood

Ik sta aan de rand van de zee . . . . parabel over de dood

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“Dat is de dood”
Ik sta aan de rand van het strand.
In de ochtendbries glijdt een zeilboot naar de oceaan.
Zij is schoonheid,
Zij is leven.
Ik kijk haar na
tot zij aan de horizon verdwijnt.
Naast mij zegt iemand:
“Zij is weg.”

Waarheen?
Uit mijn gezichtsveld verdwenen,
dat is alles.
Zij draagt haar mast even hoog
en haar romp heeft nog altijd de kracht om haar menselijke lading te dragen.
Haar verdwijning uit mijn gezichtsveld
is iets in mij, niet in haar.
En net op het ogenblik
dat iemand naast mij zegt:
“Zij is weg.”
zijn er anderen die haar aan de horizon zien verschijnen
en naar haar toe glijden,
en die vol vreugde roepen;
“Daar is zij!”

Luther F.Beecher

dit gedicht is toegeschreven aan veel dichters. maar recent onderzoek wijat in de richting van dominee L.F. Beecher.
http://blog.transylvaniandutch.com/2013/01/poetry-friday-what-is-dying-luther-f.html (Engels)


“What is Dying”.

“I am standing on the sea shore.
A ship sails and spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the ocean. She is an object of beauty and I stand watching her till at last she fades on the horizon, and someone at my side says: ‘She is gone.’ Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all; she is just as large in the masts, hull a spars as she was when I saw her, and just as able to bear her load of living freight to its destination.

The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me, not her; and just at the moment when someone at my side says; ‘She’s gone’ there are others who are watching her coming and other voices take up a gland shout, ‘There she comes’, and that is dying.”

Le Voilier

Je suis debout au bord de la plage.
Un voilier passe dans la brise du matin et part vers l’océan.
Il est la beauté, il est la vie.
Je le regarde jusqu’à ce qu’il disparaisse à l’horizon.
Quelqu’un à mon côté dit :
“Il est parti !”
Parti ? Vers où ?
Parti de mon regard, c’est tout…
Son mât est toujours aussi haut,
sa coque a toujours la force de porter sa charge humaine.
Sa disparition totale de ma vue est en moi,
pas en lui.
Et juste au moment où quelqu’un près de moi dit : “Il est parti !”,
il en est d’autres qui, le voyant poindre à l’horizon et venir vers eux,
s’exclament avec joie :
“Le voilà !”…

Christian version:

    What is dying?
    I am standing on the sea shore,
    A ship sails in the morning breeze and starts for the ocean.
    She is an object of beauty and I stand watching her
    Till at last she fades on the horizon and someone at my side says:
    “She is gone.”
    Gone! Where?
    Gone from my sight -m that is all.
    She is just as large in the masts, hull and spars as she was when I saw her
    And just as able to bear her load of living freight to its destination.
    The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me,
    not in her.
    And just at the moment when someone at my side says,
    “She is gone”,
    There are others who are watching her coming, and other voices take up a glad shout:
    “There she comes”
    – and that is dying.
    An horizon and just the limit of our sight.

    Lift us up, Oh Lord, that we may see further.

  

 
As for the “Parable of Immortality,” Dallas Public Library staff concurs with the folks over at the Transylvanian Dutch website for genealogy and family history.  After 10 years of research, they believe that the Rev. Luther F. Beecher wrote the poem, which is also known as “What is Dying”.  More details at http://blog.transylvaniandutch.com/2013/01/poetry-friday-what-is-dying-luther-f.html.
A cousin of Henry Ward Beecher, the Rev. Luther F. Beecher was a New England preacher.  He died November 5, 1903 at nearly 91 years of age.  Within the following year, at least three publications credit the poem to Luther Beecher:  Northwestern Christian Advocate, July 13, 1904; Religious Telescope, Vol. 70, August 21, 1904; and Attica Daily Ledger, October 26, 1904.

   

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