| In the garden 1 In the garden I look up from my book and see the confidence of bees entering the flower of a Himalayan balsam, now and then bumping into seed-cases that, silently exploding, spread their well-aimed black seed. Insecure I start reading again. 2 I did plant a little tree when I turned sixty, hoping that it would get enough light and some air between the trees that were already there in a time before I existed. In its shadow children will not know who, with spade, manure and water briefly worked here with the soil. |
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| Original title: In de tuin From: 'De wimpers van de dageraad' - Uitgeverij De Arbeiderspers, Amsterdam - 1987. Translation: Hans van den Bos | |||
Saturday 31 October 2015
In the garden by Jan Eijkelboom
