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Poem

Marije Langelaar

City

The city trots through the night on hooves
long reins around buildings whiplashes in the square
from sheer excitement the bells ring
bricks loosen their grip
bikes rattle onto the streets, ovens. Enough.
The city settles on a bank
from all the jingling and chiming the fish awaken
slippery and distraught

Stad

Stad

Op hoeven draaft de stad de nacht door
lange teugels om gebouwen zweepslagen op het plein
van opwinding luiden de klokken
bakstenen laten hun greep los
fietsen ratelen de straat op, fornuizen. Genoeg.
De stad strijkt neer bij een oever
door het rinkelen en gongen ontwaken de vissen
glad en radeloos
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City

The city trots through the night on hooves
long reins around buildings whiplashes in the square
from sheer excitement the bells ring
bricks loosen their grip
bikes rattle onto the streets, ovens. Enough.
The city settles on a bank
from all the jingling and chiming the fish awaken
slippery and distraught

City

The city trots through the night on hooves
long reins around buildings whiplashes in the square
from sheer excitement the bells ring
bricks loosen their grip
bikes rattle onto the streets, ovens. Enough.
The city settles on a bank
from all the jingling and chiming the fish awaken
slippery and distraught
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