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Poem

M. Vasalis

MORNING

Calm, as if on a raft of clarity
and stillness, lying on my back,
I drifted into morning, into morning light
where water, land, and sky were one, and even so
as much themselves as ever – not a thing was lost.

OCHTEND

OCHTEND

Zo kalm als op een vlot van helderheid
en rust, gelegen op mijn rug
dreef ik de ochtend in, het ochtendlicht,
land, lucht en water waren één en zonder dat
er van hun eigenheid maar iets verloren ging.
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MORNING

Calm, as if on a raft of clarity
and stillness, lying on my back,
I drifted into morning, into morning light
where water, land, and sky were one, and even so
as much themselves as ever – not a thing was lost.

MORNING

Calm, as if on a raft of clarity
and stillness, lying on my back,
I drifted into morning, into morning light
where water, land, and sky were one, and even so
as much themselves as ever – not a thing was lost.
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