Emily Dickinson, 1353

 
As Tonger loegje foar it slot
En dan tebroazelje yn styl
Wylst alle kreatuer ferkrûpt
Dat - is pas Poëzy -

Of Leafde - ’t koppel rint lykop -
Priuwst beide en fan beide neat -
Bart dy der ien - dan wurdst fertard -
Want gjint sjocht libben God -

 

To pile like Thunder to it’s close
Then crumble grand away
While everything created hid
This - would be Poetry -

Or Love - the two coeval come -
We both and neither prove -
Experience either and consume -
For none see God and live -

 

F1353 (J1247). Ofbyldings: Houghton Library, Harvard University, Cambridge, MA. De lêste rigel is in parafrase fan wat God tsjin Mozes sei neffens Exodus 33:20: ‘And he said, Thou canst not see my face: for there shall no man see me, and live’ (King James Bible), oftewol: ‘Mar, sei Er, myn oantlit kinstû net sjen, hwent gjin minske kin My sjen en libje’ (Wumkes-oersetting).

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