A child lay down in his imagined grave
To see the form he’d make engraved in snow,
But even that feigned hollow filled with snow;
And, rising on a landscape blurred a bit
By shadows of an adumbrated blue,
He came upon two worlds he had not known:
One was his being, one his mind let go
Until the light would take the blue from snow.
Een kind ging liggen in zijn ingebeelde graf
om de afdruk te zien die hij maakt in sneeuw,
maar zelfs die gefigneerde kuil raakte vol sneeuw;
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