Birds are owning the language
I am too man to fly
I stand on the world like a building
who would fit inside of the walls
and flow out behind the windows
of the drawing room on the rear
it smells there of love and compost
it smells there of love and compost
a plant is put up in a cage
birds are owning the language
and man hides away in the word —
Gerrit Kouwenaar (1923 - 2014) Netherlands
Translated by Hans Koning
Source: Modern Dutch Poetry edited by Hans Koning, Netherlands information service, 1955
Source: Modern Dutch Poetry edited by Hans Koning, Netherlands information service, 1955
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