Yootwopia wrote:aye... when I think of "Holland" my brain goes "ah where the Dutch come from", not "I bet there is someone eating turkey right now there".
Thinking of Holland
I see wide rivers
slowly through endless
lowlands go
rows unthinkable
thin poplars
like high plumes
standing on the end
and in the amazing
wilderness recessed
the farms
spread across the country
tree groups, villages,
truncated towers,
churches and elms
in a greater connection
the sky hangs low
and the sun slowly becomes
in gray many-coloured
fumes braised
and in all regions
the voice of water becomes
with its eternal disasters
feared and heard
Hendrik Marsman (rough translation by me).
That's when I'm thinking about Holland.
