Emily Dickinson, 148

Sil der echt in “moarntiid” wêze?
Is der sok in ding as “Dei”?
Is it sichtber fan in berch ôf
As Ik ek dy hichte krij?

Hat it as in Fûgel fearren?
Fuotten as de Wetterfaam?
Komt it út romrofte lannen
Wêr’t Ik nea noch oer fernaam?

Ach wat Learde! Ach wat Seeman!
Wat trochlofte Hearremyt!
Wol in lytse Pylger liede
Nei it plak dat “moarntiid” hyt!


Will there really be a “morning”?
Is there such a thing as “Day”?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?

Has it feet like Water lilies?
Has it feathers like a Bird?
Is it brought from famous countries
Of which I have never heard?

Oh some Scholar! Oh some Sailor!
Oh some Wise Man from the skies!
Please to tell a little Pilgrim
Where the place called “morning” lies!


F148 (J101). Ofbylding: Houghton Library, Harvard University, Cambridge, MA.

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