Of
untouchable things
gulls
are the most beautiful.
He
travels in a straight line
just
above the waves,
slowly
crossing our wake.
No
purpose, no vestige, no
future
or origin to be seen.
A
wanderer, anonymous. Just
over
a hill of air,
then
he pulls the line of
flight
straight again, heartbeat
wing-beat
one movement
that
unstirred breaks free
from what ties him.
Original title: Mantelmeeuw From: De Tweede Ronde Lente 1984 - Uitgeverij Bert Bakker - Amsterdam
Original title: Mantelmeeuw From: De Tweede Ronde Lente 1984 - Uitgeverij Bert Bakker - Amsterdam
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