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Poem

J. Bernlef

View of the future

When they pass away some poets
want the light to die when they go
for the world to end and though
they’re furious about their own demise

I stand by the river, you know
and watch how light
royally passes me by;
I don’t wallow in it, just swallow
harrowed at this vacant view.

Toekomstbeeld

Toekomstbeeld

Sommige dichters willen
dat met hen ook het licht vergaat
dat de wereld dan niet langer bestaat;
blinde woede om de eigen dood
(over die van anderen valt te praten).

Ik sta bij de rivier, u weet wel
en zie hoe het licht mij
majestueus links laat liggen;
ik slik even en schik mij
schrikkend in dit lege toekomstbeeld.
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View of the future

When they pass away some poets
want the light to die when they go
for the world to end and though
they’re furious about their own demise

I stand by the river, you know
and watch how light
royally passes me by;
I don’t wallow in it, just swallow
harrowed at this vacant view.

View of the future

When they pass away some poets
want the light to die when they go
for the world to end and though
they’re furious about their own demise

I stand by the river, you know
and watch how light
royally passes me by;
I don’t wallow in it, just swallow
harrowed at this vacant view.
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