The pollard-willow

with its thick and gnarled old head


freezes me -- away.


De oude knotwilgDie alte Weide
met zijn knoestig dikke kop:mit ihrem knorrigen Kopf:

boos kijkt hij -- mij weg.sie grault mich hinweg.

Poem H0290
Amsterdam, 2012-06-26
Collection: NightWatch
Keywords: Anger / Rage, Nature: trees, forest 
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