Thursday, 1 January 2015

Coolbeggan in Autumn by Hans van den Bos


Coolbeggan in Autumn

The horizon turns red,
slowly a glowing ball appears,
but vanishes fast behind a grey-pink cloud.
No hunters, no cars,
the wind forecasts rain,
maybe that's why.
In a field two young calfs gambol,
one black, the other white,
apartheid out of the question.
Near the barrier a faraway text.

Hans van den Bos [1948]


Original title: Coolbeggan in de herfst - 2011

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