He took her so seriously
ravished her in fact
Valley shag and raincloud blue
I lie awhile and look at you
Electric transit
For a minute the moon
Silver sliver
over pale light
and an icy river-
For a minute my soul
ceased to quiver.
For a minute the moon
kept me warm.
Valentijnsdag
All these poor Dutch romantics,
going to dinner
on their bikes
in the rain.
Waxing and waning of the leaves at Maarn
I read once the biography of a Canadian woman who’d emigrated from Holland. She loved her new life but missed her “paradisaical Maarn.” I pass this lost garden on the train. Sometimes you can see far into it. Sometimes you can’t.
Show me the way!
Don’t fall for it
Hat tip to Matt Cooley.
Your little turns, abrupt yet fair
What a shape you make!
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