Land of hills and horseshoes Land of hills and horseshoes. Superstition on the farms and in the trees, rustling like rain or an endlessly played gramophone record. Once one afternoon a scarecrow snared me when I stole apples in the strongly stirring orchard that made me breathless. Or I spied in the middle of a warm field upon the golden bed in which the wind had slept like a giantess and thought that the sun had set for punishment. |
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Original title: 'Land van heuvels en hoefijzers' - From: Maatstaf 4, julinummer 1966 - Uitgeverij Daamen NV, Den Haag |
Dutch and Flemish poetry translated into English by Hans van den Bos, assisted by Hilary Reynolds.
Monday, 26 October 2015
Land of hills and horseshoes by H.J. Mesterom
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