In the Dapperstraat
Nature's for the empty or satisfied.
What's nature in this country anyway?
A stamp–sized scrap of woods, that's all today,
A hill with villas strung along its side.
So give me wharves where rivets mark the tide,
The roads of cities, building–lined and grey,
And clouds which give their loveliest display
When skylights frame the sky through which they slide.
If you don't expect much, you'll find a lot.
Life keeps its finest wonders tightly cloaked,
Then shows them, suddenly, with open heart.
One dreary, rain–swept morning, this is what
I pondered over to myself, all soaked
And simply happy, in the Dapperstraat.
Translation: © Francis Jones, 2008