Antilliaanse Cahiers. Jaargang 1-2(1955-1956)– [tijdschrift] Antilliaanse Cahiers– Auteursrechtelijk beschermd Vorige Volgende [pagina 40] [p. 40] The seagull Would it be easier to find the call of the gulls in the night or the blasts of noisy rhythmic songs of the dark doors where the heat sings forth the waves of secret thoughts in passages of the brain The birds the beasts would crash the squeamish saints with more heavenly thoughts than they ever dreamt of in this world of our dreams The seagulls are the strongest birds and never waver in the air their squealing stutters in the air penetrating the soft brain of the lower birds their screaming blasting noisily fill our brains they are the reigning glory of the maker and so believe themselves croaking in the winds at nightfall [pagina 41] [p. 41] In cold heaven they are huge proportioned strongly winged magnitudes and smaller prouder stronger still in hellish tropic heat the blasted noisy rhythmic songs in narrow streets of a yellow fiery sanctuary Vorige Volgende