Tuesday, 24 March 2015

A poem from my PA cycle


the art of swimming

pa never learned to swim
once a year
he stood in grey woollen trunks
off the shore
with swan-wing shoulders
his unaccustomed flesh
blinking at the light

i’m unable to swim
pa confessed
but able to believe
i can
it’s a knack i have

lucky pa
swimming in eternity


To see the whole cycle in English and Dutch (translation Eva Gerlach), go to here.
To see the whole cycle in English and Danish (my translation), go to here.

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