Words going backwards
are on their way to you:
so that you may hear
your ears are gone.
Sentences inside out
because your knowing is gone.
Song to surround you
stone against stone.
(Gerrit Achterberg)
More Poetry from Gerrit Achterberg:
- November (Gerrit Achterberg Poems)
- December (Gerrit Achterberg Poems)
- Marsman (Gerrit Achterberg Poems)
- Beumer & Co (Gerrit Achterberg Poems)
- Dream-Fate (Gerrit Achterberg Poems)
- Dream Judgement (Gerrit Achterberg Poems)