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Hanny Michaelis

This evening I learnt

This evening I learnt
that the moon isn’t round
but pear-shaped,
with at least two
bulges, maybe
even three. Later,
when I looked out,
a round, incandescent
disc climbed up
above the roofs
and I caught myself
harbouring the same stubbornness
with which I
honour other
dented illusions.

Vanavond hoorde ik

Vanavond hoorde ik
dat de maan niet rond
maar peervormig is
met tenminste twee
uitstulpingen, misschien
wel drie. Toen ik later
naar buiten keek
klom een ronde
witgloeiende schijf
boven de daken uit
en ik betrapte me
op dezelfde koppigheid
waarmee ik andere
gedeukte illusies
in ere houd.
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This evening I learnt

This evening I learnt
that the moon isn’t round
but pear-shaped,
with at least two
bulges, maybe
even three. Later,
when I looked out,
a round, incandescent
disc climbed up
above the roofs
and I caught myself
harbouring the same stubbornness
with which I
honour other
dented illusions.

This evening I learnt

This evening I learnt
that the moon isn’t round
but pear-shaped,
with at least two
bulges, maybe
even three. Later,
when I looked out,
a round, incandescent
disc climbed up
above the roofs
and I caught myself
harbouring the same stubbornness
with which I
honour other
dented illusions.
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