\nwantrouwe wy dit net sa grutte doaske,pop,
\nfolslein heimsinnich,mei sletten lid
\ndat yn koweletters dochs kreas beskrifte is
\nmei \u2018Unstjerlikens\u2019. En komme net
\nte tichteby,ek al snije minsken op
\noer de w\u00fbndere dingen deryn dy\u2019t al
\nmei al te goed binne en rin se mis \u2013
\nmar wy geane foarby,tegearre,bliuwe fral
\nop \u00f4fst\u00e2n. Sizze neat. Litte skoan
\n\u00fas fuotten tinke. Sette de siken stop \u2013
\nsjogge wy dernei dan reitsje wy it leafst ek oan.
\nEn dat moat net want(eat seit my)
\nhoe tige hoeden ek sadree\u2019t wy
\nit yn hannen nimme<\/p>\n
popt Blauwe Fedde op<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
let us suspect,ch\u00e9rie,this not very big
\nbox completely mysterious,on whose shut
\nlid in large letters but neatly is
\ninscribed \u201cImmortality\u201d. And not
\ngo too near it,however people brag
\nof the wonderful things inside
\nwhich are altogether too good to miss\u2014
\nbut we\u2019ll go by,together,giving it a wide
\nberth. Silently. Making our feet
\nthink. Holding our breath\u2014
\nif we look at it we will want to touch it.
\nAnd we mustn\u2019t because(something tells me)
\never so very carefully if we
\nbegin to handle it<\/p>\n
out jumps Jack Death<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Ut Etcetera. The Unpublished Poems<\/em>, 1983: \u2018Poems for Elaine Orr, 1918\u201319\u2019<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" wantrouwe wy dit net sa grutte doaske,pop, folslein heimsinnich,mei sletten lid dat yn koweletters dochs kreas beskrifte is mei \u2018Unstjerlikens\u2019. En komme net te tichteby,ek al snije minsken op oer de w\u00fbndere dingen deryn dy\u2019t al mei al te goed … Fierder l\u00eaze