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The nightingales
The nightingales
I hardly expected anything from life,
Happiness simply cannot be traced.
What does it give? – In the cold spring night
Sing the immortal nightingales.
Dutch to English translation.
by: J.C. Bloem (1887-1966)
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Uit: Avond (1950), opgenomen in Verzamelde Gedichten (1965)
I hardly expected anything from life,
Happiness simply cannot be traced.
What does it give? – In the cold spring night
Sing the immortal nightingales.
Dutch to English translation.
by: J.C. Bloem (1887-1966)
–
Uit: Avond (1950), opgenomen in Verzamelde Gedichten (1965)
Published 27th May 2022
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