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September 16, 2011
in Cees Nooteboom Basho Rollei sometimes i read poetry
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The poet is a milling through him the landscape is turned    into words. Yet he thinks just like you and his eyes see the same. The sun coming to grief in the mouth of the horse. His jaws grind flowers into verses foot by foot. Excerpts from Cees Nooteboom’s poem Basho  

The poet is a milling through him the landscape is turned

   into words.

Yet he thinks just like you and his eyes see the same.

The sun coming to grief in the mouth of the horse.


His jaws grind flowers into verses foot by foot.

Excerpts from Cees Nooteboom’s poem Basho

 

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