Wednesday, 21 December 2016

Bergambacht by Albert Jan Govers

Bergambacht

Driving west of the village
I saw the complete picture,
as from a magic lantern:
the unbending church tower
with houses around it lumped together,
peepers swarming around the hen,
Bergambacht.

My ex-Calvinist friend says:
there must also have been
a hole in the clouds,
with a slanting sunray,
a must: the finger of God,
pointing at the fate of a village,
pushing the people down to the earth.

I didn't see that at all,
the blanket of clouds was unbroken.


Albert Jan Govers (1922-1999)

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Original title: Bergambacht - From: De tweede ronde, Tijdschrift voor literatuur, Zomer 1982 - Uitgeverij Bert Bakker BV, Amsterdam.

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