One Morning

Half past four one April morning
I was walking and whistling the St Louis Blues
But I whistled it my way
And whistling I thought: may my whistling
be like the song of the great thrush
And what do you know, after a while my
whistling of the St Louis Blues
really was like the song of the great thrush:
Turdus viscivorus

From The Varnished (Het geverniste, 1952)
By Jan Hanlo
Translated by James S. Holmes

First published in The Low Countries, 1995