ποίησις
De strofen komen toegevlogen
gelijk de vogelen overgaan.
Soms tot figuren streng getogen,
soms vegen grijs op grijs vergaan.
Mij geldt hun rakelingse baan.
Ik ben niets dan één groot vermogen.
Ik ben alleen en roep hen aan.
ποίησις
The stanzas fly in phrase by phrase
like birds when passing overhead.
At times as figures strictly raised,
at others hazy, grey as lead.
Their track would almost graze my head.
One vast potential and undazed,
Alone, I call on words unsaid.
ποίησις (poiesis) is the activity in which a person bring
something into being that did not exist before.
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