A WILDERNESS of INTERCONNECTIONS (Poem 18)

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Sometimes, when looking at her, I see
Only myself, she reflects me, being
Round, inaccessible. Who is it that
I know, that I go into,
That goes into her and feels
In the deepest part of her that he
Is outside her, who is it that is me? – I
Rubbed over the earth, she got wet,
I rubbed heart and soul, and she began
To flow, I glided with her

Moving; the flakes of her iris
Darkened as if clouds were gathering
Above waves, as if a storm were rising.
I saw a gazing grow in her. I saw
A blinding in her eyes in which
I saw myself mirrored, a blinding
Laden with my image, that was me. Then
My sleep broke and my dreaming lay
Open and I heard the foghorn
Complain the whole ungodly night.

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Foto: Saskia Boelsums
Gedicht: Elly de Waard
Engelse vertaling: Christine D’haen

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