\nearne d\u00ear\u2019t ik nea omreizge haw,blierkjend foarby
\nelk wjerfarren,hawwe dyn eagen harren stilte:
\ndyn fragylst gebeart sitte dingen yn dy\u2019t my omslute
\nof sa tichteby binne dat ik se net oanreitsje kin<\/p>\n
dyn minymste blik \u00fbntsl\u00fat my mei gemak
\nal haw ik mysels as fingers sletten,do iepenest
\nmy hieltyd blombl\u00ead foar blombl\u00ead as Maitiid
\n(mei handich,heimich oanreitsjen)har earste roas<\/p>\n
of as it dyn winsk is en sl\u00fat my,dan geane
\nik en myn libben o sa moai ticht,ynienen,
\nlykas wannear\u2019t it hert fan dy blom betinkt
\nhoe\u2019t oeral snie behoedsum delkomt;<\/p>\n
neat fan wat wy sa al yn dizze wr\u00e2ld fernimme
\nkomt de kr\u00eaft fan dyn yntinse fragilens benei:
\nhar weefsel twingt my mei de kleur fan syn kriten
\nen jout mei elke sike de dea en ivich wer<\/p>\n
(slute en iepenje,wat oan dy docht it him?
\nik wit it net,mar dit giet earne yn my del:
\ndjipper as alle roazen is fan dyn eagen de stim)
\nnimmen,sels de rein net,hat hannen sa smel<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
\nany experience,your eyes have their silence:
\nin your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
\nor which i cannot touch because they are too near<\/p>\n
your slightest look easily will unclose me
\nthough i have closed myself as fingers,
\nyou open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
\n(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose<\/p>\n
or if your wish be to close me,i and
\nmy life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,
\nas when the heart of this flower imagines
\nthe snow carefully everywhere descending;<\/p>\n
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
\nthe power of your intense fragility:whose texture
\ncompels me with the colour of its countries,
\nrendering death and forever with each breathing<\/p>\n
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
\nand opens;only something in me understands
\nthe voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
\nnobody,not even the rain,has such small hands<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Ut W<\/em> [ViVa<\/em>], 1931. YouTube: \u2018somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond\u2019 foardroegen troch Catricia Hiebert, Poetry in Voice \/ les voix de la po\u00e9sie, Kanada, 2019.<\/p>\n