\nIk priuw in nea noch broude drank -
\nUt Parlemoeren Romers fol -
\nGjin Speierling \u00fat Frankfurt
\nSmyt op sa\u2019n Alkohol!<\/p>\n
Beskonken fan \u2019e lucht - bin Ik -
\nIn Losbol fan \u2019e Dau -
\nDy\u2019t waggelet - in simmer lang -
\nUt bars fan smolten Blau -<\/p>\n
Wannear\u2019t \u201cKastleins\u201d de Pypkeblom
\nUntromje - Fuort, do dronken Bij! -
\nEn Flinters - bin\u2019 har \u201cslokjes\u201d gram -
\nDan noch bin Ik drankslij!<\/p>\n
Oant Searafs swaaie in Hoed fan snie -
\nEn Santen - nei it finster rinne -
\nOm nei it S\u00fbplapke te sjen
\nDat linet tsjin de - Sinne!<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I taste a liquor never brewed -
\nFrom Tankards scooped in Pearl -
\nNot all the Frankfort Berries
\nYield such an Alcohol!<\/p>\n
Inebriate of air - am I -
\nAnd Debauchee of Dew -
\nReeling - thro\u2019 endless summer days -
\nFrom inns of molten Blue -<\/p>\n
When \u201cLandlords\u201d turn the drunken Bee
\nOut of the Foxglove\u2019s door -
\nWhen Butterflies - renounce their \u201cdrams\u201d -
\nI shall but drink the more!<\/p>\n
Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats -
\nAnd Saints - to windows run -
\nTo see the little Tippler
\nLeaning against the - Sun!<\/p>\n
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F207 (J214). In eardere ferzje yn Emily Dickinson, Wetter, wurdt jin leard troch toarst<\/em>. Twaentweintich fersen oerset troch Klaas van der Hoek, Zoeterwoude 1999, Ik priuw in nea noch broude drank - Ut Parlemoeren Romers fol - Gjin Speierling \u00fat Frankfurt Smyt op sa\u2019n Alkohol! Beskonken fan \u2019e lucht - bin Ik - In Losbol fan \u2019e Dau - Dy\u2019t waggelet - in … Fierder l\u00eaze