Monday 20 December 2010

Poem by the Dutch writer Frank Koenegracht

On the far side
                                        In memoriam H.F.

On the far side, by the ruff of reeds
beneath the lovely blue sky

in the target
the arrow is motionless. But after a while

it quivers, tugs itself free,
speeds fixedly poised back across the river,

brakes hard and resumes its position on the bow
beside your steady eye.

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