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Poem

Hans Faverey

Once I begin to go

Once I begin to go,
I travel someplace
and come to where it is there.

So there it is: this is it.
A many-headed monster
leans against a hill
and bides its time.

Fire comes from none of the heads.
I become imperceptibly absorbed in what

is taking place. Bending forward
over a well it seems as if
I am about to drink. Back home
I greet my house and appear
made so refreshed.

Zodra ik begin te gaan

Zodra ik begin te gaan,
reis ik ergens heen
en kom tot waar het daar is.

Daar is het dan: dit is het.
Een veelkoppig monster leunt
tegen een heuvel en neemt
een afwachtende houding aan.

Uit geen der koppen komt vuur.
Ongemerkt ga ik op in wat

plaats vindt. Voorovergebogen
over een bron schijnt het alsof ik
ga drinken. Eenmaal thuisgekomen
begroet ik mijn huis en lijk
zo verkwikt geraakt.
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Once I begin to go

Once I begin to go,
I travel someplace
and come to where it is there.

So there it is: this is it.
A many-headed monster
leans against a hill
and bides its time.

Fire comes from none of the heads.
I become imperceptibly absorbed in what

is taking place. Bending forward
over a well it seems as if
I am about to drink. Back home
I greet my house and appear
made so refreshed.

Once I begin to go

Once I begin to go,
I travel someplace
and come to where it is there.

So there it is: this is it.
A many-headed monster
leans against a hill
and bides its time.

Fire comes from none of the heads.
I become imperceptibly absorbed in what

is taking place. Bending forward
over a well it seems as if
I am about to drink. Back home
I greet my house and appear
made so refreshed.
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