In voorbereiding op de publicatie van mijn boek Niets is wat het lijkt. Het witte dorp in het engels, een eerste poging voor een gedicht in het Engels. Om mijn Engelse pen te scherpen.
In preparation for the publication of my book Nothing Is What It Seems. The White Village in English, the first attempt at a poem in English. To hone my English pen
How I live to see the day
that war would disappear
and the blossoms will flourish what may,
so that we can live without hate and fear.
How I live to see the day
that birds can sing their songs free of thunder
and dream of building a nest in the month of May,
so that we can stand still to look at the world and wonder.
How I live to see the day
that the weapons would remain silent
and perhaps I ever live long enough to watch that day,
so that men would never more want to be violent.
How I hope to live to see that wonderful day,
that the world would be peaceful and quiet
and everybody would know that this is the only way,
so that men never miss the feeling of war or riot.
How I hope to live to discover someday
that fantastic and unexpected day.
Image above: Photo by Artem Kniaz on Unsplash (from Ukraïn)
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