We Beings Of Silver, Lights Of Mist Poem by Michiel Kruijff

- By Herman Gorter, translated by Lloyd Haft.

We beings of silver, lights of mist, growths
neighboring each other uncertain, wanted light:
in mists of dark our great needs
foreign in shimmering mist, for light -
tender beginning and smiling shine,
lightly rising, shunning to fade,
laughing as sure, shining with joylight,
waving and fleeting, looking back in flight,
willows of light, ribbons of light, whitish silver
waterish light, luring light, scythes of shivering light,
sheaths and bayonets of light - army of light.

Our flesh blooming with light, gorging on light,
hearts swelling with light, breaking light,
eyes gossamer light, crystal crowns of light.