Thursday, 20 November 2014

With Falstaff by A. Roland Holst

With Falstaff

I was with Falstaff in the pub
around closing time.
The landlord got drowsy and outside
it struck midnight. Nasty
the night wind blew there. I paid the bill,
we turned up our collars
and thought about the grave
and how life stuck in a rut
comes to a dead end: a bitter laugh.
Does tomorrow bring another day?






(Original title: 'Met Falstaff' - from: 'Verzameld werk. Poezie II', 1981 - Uitgeverij Van Oorschot, Amsterdam)
A. Roland Holst [1888-1976]

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