Zonsondergang
De vogelen heb ik zien komen
voorbij het zonneoog.
Ik heb hen neder zien stromen:
van vleugelen wit en zwart,
van kreten wild en verward.
Tot de zon was ondergegaan.
Toen heb ik hen óp zien staan.
Duizenden vleugelen, geslagen,
waren als één vogel,– gedragen,
zwart, langs nachts baan.
Sunset
The birds I have seen this way beaming
past the eye of the sun.
I have seen them downwards streaming:
the whole earth moved, overrun
with wings that were white and black
with cries a wild, tangled track.
Till the sun had sunk into night.
Then I’ve seen their soaring flight.
Thousands of wings that in their beating
were as of one bird,– borne retreating,
black, along night’s back.
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