I am too weak to keep up life’s renewal
within myself, my blood is too speechless; see
my fearing hands and see my lap
injured by shame, surprised and narrow.
My breasts are small, breasts of adornment,
I wear them singing under my thin silk
leave me my time in this exemption
of innocence and youth, I am too young
Adriaan Morrien (1912 - 2002) The Netherlands
Translated by Hans Koning
Source: Modern Dutch Poetry edited by Hans Koning, Netherlands information service, 1955
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