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Poem

Ellen Deckwitz

THE CIRCUS

O, how you screamed when the lights went out
and in the darkness the snarling started!

We pointed at the tiny holes in the canvas,
how they seemed to be specks of light

and how behind the scenes
the animals were safely locked up.

That evening you looked up
and the stars turned into holes.

You dozed off, giddy
because of that darkness, those cages hidden behind.

HET CIRCUS

HET CIRCUS

Wat gilde je toen het licht uit ging
en in het donker het grommen begon!

We wezen naar de gaatjes in het tentdoek,
dat het net lichtpunten waren

en hoe achter de schermen
de beesten veilig opgesloten zaten.

’s Avonds keek je omhoog
en veranderden de sterren in gaten.

Je dommelde in, melig
om dat donker, die kooien erachter.

 
 
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THE CIRCUS

O, how you screamed when the lights went out
and in the darkness the snarling started!

We pointed at the tiny holes in the canvas,
how they seemed to be specks of light

and how behind the scenes
the animals were safely locked up.

That evening you looked up
and the stars turned into holes.

You dozed off, giddy
because of that darkness, those cages hidden behind.

THE CIRCUS

O, how you screamed when the lights went out
and in the darkness the snarling started!

We pointed at the tiny holes in the canvas,
how they seemed to be specks of light

and how behind the scenes
the animals were safely locked up.

That evening you looked up
and the stars turned into holes.

You dozed off, giddy
because of that darkness, those cages hidden behind.
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