Els Moors

1976 / Poperinge

Oh my mother

oh my mother
and her incredible desert colours
tomorrow she'll shift along
until she's found the shade

she strings me together

from water flowers
glass and windows
and the devote creaking
of her knees

tea should be made
from leaves and tears
in turn from tea

the life I lead in the real world

a secret she still has to
confide to me

Translation: Michele Hutchinson
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