Allotments along the railroad Everywhere along the track little gardens like playing cards. Strange, that I in spring when they are turned over and raked while the beanpoles are waiting against the privy-sized shed constructed from four old doors of which one opens- should think of the dying chrysanthemums, the withered leaves, the poles piled up along the edge, when in the area far and wide, beyond the narrow ditch, big bonfires of leaves and stumps burn and smoke remains itself in a mist which yet does not prevent the sun from plating a far-off greenhouse with silver and closer by staining the reed- strange, that I then did not think of how loose and raked this repeating private domain would be again soon. |
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Original title: Volkstuintjes langs de spoorbaan From: 'De wimpers van de dageraad' - Uitgeverij De Arbeiderspers, Amsterdam - 1987 |
Dutch and Flemish poetry translated into English by Hans van den Bos, assisted by Hilary Reynolds.
Saturday, 31 October 2015
Allotments along the railroad by Jan Eijkelboom
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