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Song of the Dry Orange Tree

Tekst: Federico García Lorca

Vertaling: W.S. Merwin

Woodcutter.
Cut my shadow from me.
Free me from the torment
of seeing myself without fruit.
Why was I born among mirrors?
The day walks in circles around me,
and the night copies me
in all its stars.
I want to live without seeing myself,
and I will dream that ants
and thistleburrs are my
leaves and my birds.
Woodcutter.
Cut my shadow from me.
Free me from the torment
of seeing myself without fruit.

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Lied van de dorre sinaasappelboom

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Houthakker.
Hak mijn schaduw weg.
Bevrijd me van de kwelling
mezelf zonder vruchten te zien.
Waarom ben ik geboren tussen spiegels?
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