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Nº 672 Poems

The light

Germain Droogenbroodt · Spain-Belgium

Picture by Ithaca 672 of John Hacking, Netherlands
John Hacking, The Netherlands

The Light

It dawns …
the sun rises
out of nowhere,
ignites
what only apparently
comes from afar
though it is near
and within us—
the light.

***

Time

Is time something else
than reflection
something that exists

—or doesn’t—

a cloud of smoke
coming from and returning to
the void?

Germain Droogenbroodt, Spain-Belgium

Translation Germain Droogenbroodt – Stanley Barkan

Picture by Ithaca 672 of John Hacking, Netherlands 

John Hacking, The Netherlands

The Light

It dawns …
the sun rises
out of nowhere,
ignites
what only apparently
comes from afar
though it is near
and within us—
the light.

***

Time

Is time something else
than reflection
something that exists

—or doesn’t—

a cloud of smoke
coming from and returning to
the void?

Germain Droogenbroodt, Spain-Belgium

Translation Germain Droogenbroodt – Stanley Barkan

Picture by Ithaca 672 of John Hacking, Netherlands 

John Hacking, The Netherlands

The Light

It dawns …
the sun rises
out of nowhere,
ignites
what only apparently
comes from afar
though it is near
and within us—
the light.

***

Time

Is time something else
than reflection
something that exists

—or doesn’t—

a cloud of smoke
coming from and returning to
the void?

Germain Droogenbroodt, Spain-Belgium

Translation Germain Droogenbroodt – Stanley Barkan

Picture by Ithaca 672 of John Hacking, Netherlands 

John Hacking, The Netherlands

The Light

It dawns …
the sun rises
out of nowhere,
ignites
what only apparently
comes from afar
though it is near
and within us—
the light.

***

Time

Is time something else
than reflection
something that exists

—or doesn’t—

a cloud of smoke
coming from and returning to
the void?

Germain Droogenbroodt, Spain-Belgium

Translation Germain Droogenbroodt – Stanley Barkan

Picture by Ithaca 672 of John Hacking, Netherlands 

John Hacking, The Netherlands

The Light

It dawns …
the sun rises
out of nowhere,
ignites
what only apparently
comes from afar
though it is near
and within us—
the light.

***

Time

Is time something else
than reflection
something that exists

—or doesn’t—

a cloud of smoke
coming from and returning to
the void?

Germain Droogenbroodt, Spain-Belgium

Translation Germain Droogenbroodt – Stanley Barkan

Picture by Ithaca 672 of John Hacking, Netherlands 

John Hacking, The Netherlands

The Light

It dawns …
the sun rises
out of nowhere,
ignites
what only apparently
comes from afar
though it is near
and within us—
the light.

***

Time

Is time something else
than reflection
something that exists

—or doesn’t—

a cloud of smoke
coming from and returning to
the void?

Germain Droogenbroodt, Spain-Belgium

Translation Germain Droogenbroodt – Stanley Barkan

Picture by Ithaca 672 of John Hacking, Netherlands 

John Hacking, The Netherlands

The Light

It dawns …
the sun rises
out of nowhere,
ignites
what only apparently
comes from afar
though it is near
and within us—
the light.

***

Time

Is time something else
than reflection
something that exists

—or doesn’t—

a cloud of smoke
coming from and returning to
the void?

Germain Droogenbroodt, Spain-Belgium

Translation Germain Droogenbroodt – Stanley Barkan

Picture by Ithaca 672 of John Hacking, Netherlands 

John Hacking, The Netherlands

The Light

It dawns …
the sun rises
out of nowhere,
ignites
what only apparently
comes from afar
though it is near
and within us—
the light.

***

Time

Is time something else
than reflection
something that exists

—or doesn’t—

a cloud of smoke
coming from and returning to
the void?

Germain Droogenbroodt, Spain-Belgium

Translation Germain Droogenbroodt – Stanley Barkan

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