In the silence of the evening
the lanterns reap the harvest
of the ages together
their whispering light
swirls around the trees
where summer is at its height
in the walls
live echoes
of the past
which I hear only now
the coaches rattle
over the cobblestones
kitchen maids, ladies maids
wait upon
sir and madam
the subculture of manor houses
…and in the dining room
they dine off the best china
Nieuwegracht
I hear the echos
still reflecting
from your walls
while I wait
for silence
Oeke Kruythof
Jenny Narraway translation/transcreation