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Duo Duo
River of Amsterdam
November—while the night takes the citythere is only the River of Amsterdam
But look—
the oranges from my trees are on the river
swaying in the November wind
I try to close the window, it's no use
The river reverses its current, it's no use
The pearl-studded sun rises
it's no use
Doves fly off like metal scraps
The street without the boys is instantly hollow inside the river
After rainfall
the roof where snails crawl
—my country
sails up to me, slowly, the waters of Amsterdam…
DE AMSTERDAMSE GRACHTEN
een stad in november bij het vallen van de nacht:niets dan de amsterdamse grachten
plotseling
gaan de sinaasappelen aan de boom bij mij thuis
in de herfstwind heen en weer
ik sluit het raam, maar dat helpt niet
de grachten stromen terug, maar dat helpt niet
de zon is ingelegd met parels opgegaan
maar dat helpt niet
vluchten duiven dwarrelen als ijzervijlsel neer
straten zonder jongetjes lijken plotseling leeg
na de regen in de herfst
het plafond waar overal slakken op rondkruipen
– mijn vaderland
over de amsterdamse grachten vaart het traag voorbij…
© Vertaling: 1996, Maghiel van Crevel
阿姆斯特丹的河流
十一月入夜的城市唯有阿姆斯特丹的河流
突然
我家树上的桔子
在秋风中晃动
我关上窗户，也没有用
河流倒流，也没有用
那镶满珍珠的太阳，升起来了
也没有用
鸽群像铁屑散落
没有男孩子的街道突然显得空阔
秋雨过后
那爬满蜗牛的屋顶
——我的祖国
从阿姆斯特丹的河上，缓缓驶过……
© 1996, Duo Duo
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River of Amsterdam
November—while the night takes the citythere is only the River of Amsterdam
But look—
the oranges from my trees are on the river
swaying in the November wind
I try to close the window, it's no use
The river reverses its current, it's no use
The pearl-studded sun rises
it's no use
Doves fly off like metal scraps
The street without the boys is instantly hollow inside the river
After rainfall
the roof where snails crawl
—my country
sails up to me, slowly, the waters of Amsterdam…
River of Amsterdam
November—while the night takes the citythere is only the River of Amsterdam
But look—
the oranges from my trees are on the river
swaying in the November wind
I try to close the window, it's no use
The river reverses its current, it's no use
The pearl-studded sun rises
it's no use
Doves fly off like metal scraps
The street without the boys is instantly hollow inside the river
After rainfall
the roof where snails crawl
—my country
sails up to me, slowly, the waters of Amsterdam…
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