In the name of father, Willem

Gepubliceerd op 1 mei 2022 om 12:48

We think we're writing something to amuse, but we're actually saying something we desperately need to share.

The real mystery is this strange need.

Why can' t we just hide it and shut up?

Why do we have to blab? Why do Human beings need to confess?

Maybe, if you don't have that secret confession, you don't have a poem - don't even have a story.

Don't have the writer.


Ted Hughes





P@, jij liet me vallen, en weer opstaan!

Mooie dagen op het Wad op fietse en lopend...

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