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Martha ter Horst
Poems
Jan 2013
The Fly
Shall you not move, deaf and wordless
Being blamed because of stillness?
Or shall you go ahead, instead,
Carrying guilt for every step?
Or maybe buzzing all around,
a way not found, a place not found.
Till a saving killing hand clenches fingers on the sound
of the foolish fly it downed.
Now itβs over, now you rest,
with the bitter taste that lasts
when no balance can be asked (and no harmony forecasted)
between two different parts, if the first weights twice the last.
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Martha ter Horst
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