A poem by the Dutch poet Martin Reints

After the storm

The curtains were hanging, but now his memory started to falter

and he no longer knew what gesture is then appropriate

the wind had died down

and close by he could hear a swarm of crickets

but through this from afar
there came a low, old droning

it scatters and brings together again

it approaches and is gone once more

the fill-in forms had subsided

and lay among and on top of the fallen filing cabinets

but movement lived on in this wild still life

it would seem

and silently he sought a place where he too could subside

feeling over with his hands the familiar objects

in their unusual order

what afterimages drifted around inside that head of his?

and rolled over each other? and polished each other

until they disappeared?

To see the original poem, go to here.
In the  collection, lines 3-5 were lines 3-6, with a break after 'daar'.
The third stanza should be in italics.

And here it is in Danish!

Efter stormen

Gardinerne hang, men nu begyndte hans hukommelse at svigte

og han vidste ikke mere hvad en passende gestus vil være

vinden havde lagt sig

og lige i nærheden hørte han en sværm af fårekyllinger

men langt borte fra hørtes
en lav og gammel brummen

den spreder og samler igen

bevæger sig herhen og så er den væk

Udfyldningsblanketterne var faldet til ro

og lå mellem og ovenpå de omfaldne arkivskabe

dog fandtes der stadig bevægelse i dette vilde stilleben

forekom det

og tiende ledte han efter et sted hvor han selv kunne falde til ro

og følte med hænderne på de fortrolige genstande

i deres usædvanlige orden

hvilke efterbilleder føg omkring i hovedet på ham?

og rullede over hinanden? og polerede hinanden

indtil de forsvandt?