ARCADIA – by Jan Jacob Slauerhoff
“Indolent undresses in the foliage,
trembles in ecstasy and lust a kidnapper,
think of nymphs and fauns.
Nymphs that were given to fauns
With delight, nude among the foliage,
spied on by witches, grinning.
The soft rippling water reflects:
the ondette del rio shallow
guerrilla to make his little feet.
On a boulder husband watches
Play, you rode in anger
It sucks his manilla.”
“I think the island where it will land more:
almost invisible from the sea, is so close;
the small village that does not name
low behind the dam, under the trees.
And the woman that I shall not see:
I was with her one stormy night,
The night wind was beating the old window;
lay very quiet and murmured a name
I do not remember that, but I bring in all my dreams.”
“The momentum of the swirling flurries
Destroys the flowers helpless
And bare hedgerows groaning:
become turbid clear lakes.
I had a small farm
With children playing outside
To linger behind the glass
Wet with rain, happy carefree.
After much wandering
And surly scrutinized the eternal sea,
long after the tumult of the dangers:
the stillness of a quiet place.
But it was different,
my companions have died before
or diverted to other solitude.
I’m stranded in a dead city,
walking in a lonely path,
familiar with abandoned graves
surrounded by leaves dying.”
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