Wednesday 22 August 2012

Hendrik Marsman - famous poem about Holland


Memory of Holland

Thinking of Holland
I see wide rivers slowly
flowing through endless
low-lying land,
gossamer poplars
on the horizon
in wispish ranks;
and in the expanses of
space, sunken farmsteads
randomly strewn over
flat countryside,
tree-clusters, hamlets,
truncated steeples,
churches and elm trees
in a net flung wide.
The sky there hangs low
and the sun slowly stifles
in vapours where multiple
greys become blurred,
and in every far corner
the voice of the water
with its countless disasters
is feared and is heard.

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