THREE DAMSELS RETURNED Poem by Gerrit Kouwenaar

THREE DAMSELS RETURNED



One got up late, summer hangs heavily
down from the sky, even the smells are purpler



one has gone into the orchard, sees there
three damsels, naked, as if they were there



among the fallen fruit they sing what's beyond
all senses, throatweed that rewords itself



as pollen, milk of roses, worms
looking for letters, lilies, nearly lilies still -

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