when I said: I’m leaving and the image
of your face froze slowly on my retina
that’s when my frigid flight began
into the crunching starry night
where my bags waited near the depot and
I was all right, snow white raging all around
off the train out of the winter, I wheezed
still cold but I had left you behind forever
there on that chilly platform
Translation: Trevor Scarse
Winterflecht
doe’t ik sei: ik gean no en dyn antlit
befrear traach op myn netflues
doe begûn myn kâlde flecht
de kreakjende stjerrenacht yn
dêr’t by de remize myn tas ree stie en
mei my gie it doe goed, rûnom sniewyt razen
fan de trein de winter út, ik hime
jit kjeld mar liet dy foar altyd
efter op dat kâlde perron
© Rein de Lange
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