Our Land
I transform,
hidden
traditions, with a map of my own.
Contemplate my
place
of nourishment,
a mirror
in which you
recognize,
acknowledge me.
Now, before the
heart
is chopped down,
that also
bestows
a life upon you.
Karin Lachmising English translation Scott Rollins from the poetry collection 'Nergens groeit een boom die haar aarde niet vindt (There is nowhere a tree can grow that doesn't find her soil) Published by Uitgeverij In de Knipscheer, the Netherlands, 2013.
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