I left(Geneva) on the first day of winter ('the lake wild, dark blue, waves beating against the shore'), only to return months later to a town unchanged apart from the fact that all spring has broken loose. The lake, - calm as a lazy day in July, transparent enough to see birds dive to the bottom and drift right back up.
I may be big on personifications (it's not just a literary style form, it's a way of life), but come on, this one is just screaming for attention.
Wild, blue and beaten as I may have imagined myself to be upon departure, I return to a city at ease, and to my grand suprise I find myself to be as much a part of it as I ever was.
On top of this, my translation is advancing slowly but steadily. Incidentally, it involved looking up an inspirational&poetic quote from a book no less than the bible book Isaiah (30:15, for full reference ;)
I may be big on personifications (it's not just a literary style form, it's a way of life), but come on, this one is just screaming for attention.
Wild, blue and beaten as I may have imagined myself to be upon departure, I return to a city at ease, and to my grand suprise I find myself to be as much a part of it as I ever was.
On top of this, my translation is advancing slowly but steadily. Incidentally, it involved looking up an inspirational&poetic quote from a book no less than the bible book Isaiah (30:15, for full reference ;)
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“In returning and rest you shall be saved; in quietness and in trust shall be your strength.”
How about that.
“In returning and rest you shall be saved; in quietness and in trust shall be your strength.”
How about that.
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De kinderen die op de computer gemiste uitzendingen willen kijken, die gitaar willen spelen, die met een kleuter uit de buurt willen babbelen heb ik naar boven gestuurd: de begane grond is tot study-area verklaard. Papa schrijft aan een stuk over Opa, Pieter zit aan tafel met een boek over elementaire deeltjes en een dik pak kopieen en ik laat jouw bruisende waterval langs the wall van de afggelopen maanden voorbijkomen...! Vanmorgen bekeken we met zijn 7-en de door papa gescande foto's op de laptop: o, die kleine Hanneke!
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