Dochs merkbiet Ik gjin Kleur
Fan Achtermiddei oer it Doarp -
’t Wie Noen om Hûs en Hear -
De Skimer foel mar - foel mar yn -
Dochs kaam der op it Gers
Gjin Dau - wol op myn Foarholle -
It Swurf lâns Wang en Noas -
Myn Fuotten slûgen - slûgen - mar
Myn fingers wienen wach -
Wêrom bemurk Ik - fan Mysels -
Dan amper wat Gerucht?
Ik kin it no net sjen -
’t Is Deagean - wat Ik doch - lykwols
Foar witten bin ’k net bang -
The Sun kept setting - setting - still
No Hue of Afternoon -
Opon the Village I perceived -
From House to House ’twas Noon -
The Dusk kept dropping - dropping - still
No Dew opon the Grass -
But only on my Forehead stopped -
And wandered in my Face -
My Feet kept drowsing - drowsing - still
My fingers were awake -
Yet why so little sound - Myself
Unto my seeming - make?
How well I knew the Light before -
I could not see it now -
’Tis Dying - I am doing - but
I’m not afraid to know -
F715 (J692). Ofbyldings: Houghton Library, Harvard University,
