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Richard Minne
Ode to the Solitary One
You are like a bournin the sun of the morn
on the highland of Pamir.
No shepherd on land
in the palm of his hand
ever held your clearness.
From the distant far
only one star
shoots by – and submits.
© Translation: 1934, Franz de Backer
From: Contemporary Flemish Literature
Publisher: Flemish P.E.N., Brussels, 1934
From: Contemporary Flemish Literature
Publisher: Flemish P.E.N., Brussels, 1934
Ode aan den eenzame
Ode aan den eenzame
Gelijk een bronzijt ge in de zon
op de hoogvlakte van Pamir.
Geen herder zelfs
die in \'t gewelf
van zijne hand uw klaarheid schept.
Van heinde en ver
alleen een ster
schiet toe en geeft zich gewonnen.
© 1955, Richard Minne
From: In den zoeten inval en andere gedichten
Publisher: Van Oorschot, Amsterdam
From: In den zoeten inval en andere gedichten
Publisher: Van Oorschot, Amsterdam
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Ode to the Solitary One
You are like a bournin the sun of the morn
on the highland of Pamir.
No shepherd on land
in the palm of his hand
ever held your clearness.
From the distant far
only one star
shoots by – and submits.
© 1934, Franz de Backer
From: Contemporary Flemish Literature
Publisher: 1934, Flemish P.E.N., Brussels
From: Contemporary Flemish Literature
Publisher: 1934, Flemish P.E.N., Brussels
Ode to the Solitary One
You are like a bournin the sun of the morn
on the highland of Pamir.
No shepherd on land
in the palm of his hand
ever held your clearness.
From the distant far
only one star
shoots by – and submits.
© 1934, Franz de Backer
From: Contemporary Flemish Literature
Publisher: 1934, Flemish P.E.N., Brussels
From: Contemporary Flemish Literature
Publisher: 1934, Flemish P.E.N., Brussels
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