I am earth
But then again, not quite
And in secret, I give in
To underground, prospective delight
Free again from earthly weight
I am surrounded by sovereign light
But then again, not quite
translation: Jaqueline Ritzen
A PAINTER’S SUFFERING AND PURE LIGHT
Is there still a colour alive, to admire
A form to be found?
No muse to bring relief, to inspire.
The inscrutable grey is broken by burst of light
Again, form and colour unite
Voices stir within and set ablaze
This utter darkness in my recurring maze
Translation: Jaqueline Ritzen