Saturday, 27 February 2010

A poem by the Dutch writer Ida Gerhardt


THE JAPANESE FISHERMAN

Taking the thin bridge track
when still the stars hang bright
I leave you late at night,
my nets upon my back.

My bamboo weighed down by
my baskets I come back,
when the first stars hang high.
To get where you are nigh
taking the thin bridge track.

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