Teory
Ik bin wat om my hinne is.
Froulju snappe dat.
Jo binne net hartoginne
Op hûndert meter fan in koets.
Dat, dit binne portretten:
In swarte festibule,
In heech bêd ôfsket mei gerdinen.
It is mar wat him foardocht.
Theory
I am what is around me.
Women understand this.
One is not duchess
A hundred yards from a carriage.
These, then are portraits:
A black vestibule;
A high bed sheltered by curtains.
These are merely instances.
Ut Harmonium, 1923