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Poem

Richard Minne

Ode to the Solitary One

You are like a bourn
in the sun of the morn
on the highland of Pamir.

No shepherd on land
in the palm of his hand
ever held your clearness.

From the distant far
only one star
shoots by – and submits.

Ode aan den eenzame

Ode aan den eenzame

Gelijk een bron
zijt ge in de zon
op de hoogvlakte van Pamir.

Geen herder zelfs
die in \'t gewelf
van zijne hand uw klaarheid schept.

Van heinde en ver
alleen een ster
schiet toe en geeft zich gewonnen.
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Ode to the Solitary One

You are like a bourn
in the sun of the morn
on the highland of Pamir.

No shepherd on land
in the palm of his hand
ever held your clearness.

From the distant far
only one star
shoots by – and submits.

Ode to the Solitary One

You are like a bourn
in the sun of the morn
on the highland of Pamir.

No shepherd on land
in the palm of his hand
ever held your clearness.

From the distant far
only one star
shoots by – and submits.
Sponsors
Gemeente Rotterdam
Nederlands Letterenfonds
Stichting Van Beuningen Peterich-fonds
Ludo Pieters Gastschrijver Fonds
Lira fonds
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