Engraving Poem by Peter Theunynck
Engraving
The way people fly
in old engravings, so clear-cut
so credulous.
Between portraits of emperors
and soldiers, vertebrates and
whales, so irrefutable.
Did they lose the knack later on,
due to a loss of elasticity
in their fingers, too much lead
in their bloodline? Swallows
in waiting, chattering
on telephone wires.
Translation: Willem Groenewegen, 2010.
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