Monday, 17 September 2012

Quatrain by the Dutch writer
Ida Gerhardt

 
Autumn. The green of leaves has been effaced;
the swallows are beginning to migrate.
The lofty swan observes its young soar upwards,
to afterwards relinquish them to space.

To see the original, go to here.
For another swan poem by her, go to here.

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