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One fine day it was night.
I seemed to be just
about to catch my first
fish. Suddenly it allconspires against me.
It was too late
to unbait my hook.
I head for home,
humming in my sleep,
to worship the dark-
ness, with pounding heart.
From Springvossen (Amsterdam: De Bezige Bij, 2000). By arrangement with the estate of Hans Faverey.
One fine day it was night.
I seemed to be just
about to catch my first
fish. Suddenly it allconspires against me.
It was too late
to unbait my hook.
I head for home,
humming in my sleep,
to worship the dark-
ness, with pounding heart.
