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Gerrit Kouwenaar

three damsels returned

One got up late, summer hangs heavily
down from the sky, even the smells are purpler



one has gone into the orchard, sees there
three damsels, naked, as if they were there



among the fallen fruit they sing what’s beyond
all senses, throatweed that rewords itself



as pollen, milk of roses, worms
looking for letters, lilies, nearly lilies still –

drie jonkvrouwen weergekeerd

drie jonkvrouwen weergekeerd

Men is laat opgestaan, zomer hangt zwaar
van de hemel omlaag, zelfs de geuren zijn paarser



men is in de boomgaard gegaan, ziet daar
drie jonkvrouwen staan, naakt, alsof zij er waren



tussen het valfruit zingen zij wat alle zin
tuigen te boven gaat, keelkruid dat zich vertaalt



in stuifmeel, melk van rozen, maden
op zoek naar letters, lelies, haast nog lelies -
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three damsels returned

One got up late, summer hangs heavily
down from the sky, even the smells are purpler



one has gone into the orchard, sees there
three damsels, naked, as if they were there



among the fallen fruit they sing what’s beyond
all senses, throatweed that rewords itself



as pollen, milk of roses, worms
looking for letters, lilies, nearly lilies still –

three damsels returned

One got up late, summer hangs heavily
down from the sky, even the smells are purpler



one has gone into the orchard, sees there
three damsels, naked, as if they were there



among the fallen fruit they sing what’s beyond
all senses, throatweed that rewords itself



as pollen, milk of roses, worms
looking for letters, lilies, nearly lilies still –
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