Monday, February 20, 2012

Arnold de Vos

The Hand Not Given

What my father taught me
willingly or unwillingly
is to hear myself. Maybe I take after him.
From the blast furnaces of our silence
some residue has flown.
Fallen again in due time
willingly or unwillingly
I pick it up, distorted shape
burning my hands:
The hand not given.

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