Five Poems

Beggars’ Evening Prayer Complaint against the ‘money-hungry’ calvinist judges of Oldenbarnevelt. Ca. 1630, stanzas 1-4. Did he bear the fate of Holland On his heart, To the latest breath he drew With bitter smart, Thus to lave a perjured sword With stainless blood, And to batten crow and raven On his good? Was it well…

Joost van den Vondel (1587-1679) at 425

…but what is in my heart Wells up towards my lips; the inward pressure grows: Fermenting like new wine, it bursts and overflows Curry-Comb, 64-66 ‘La langue de Vondel’ – one occasionally still reads it in the French-language press as an alternative to ‘Flemish’ or ‘Dutch’. In the nineteenth century such ‘literary’ language designations were…

From ‘Lucifer’

Chorus of Angels: Who sits in this exalted place, Bathed in unfathomable light, Immeasurable in time or space — No counterpart in rank or might? Who on no other power depends, A self-sufficient entity, Whose nature fully comprehends Of all things the identity, That in and round it all rotate — The pivot, hub and…