It began here
Amid the beeches
And the sand hills
Along the Rhine.

I was entranced
As firey tongues
Engulfed me:
I was born again

With the saints
And the students
And the brown
And the white Dutch,

We, all Sinners
(I among them),
Read the faith
And played the Light;

Our humble chords
Resounding
In the woods,
On the heath,

And from out the heart,
As Nederlanders.

02/13/2007

Author's Note: Memory impressions written on site

Posted on 02/14/2007
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