Versamelde gedigte

The salt pan

Behind the ranges, hidden

In haze that hints the heat,

Lies, sun-engulfed, light-ridden,

The salt pan's greying sheet.

Its shallow waters shimmer

Beneath the morning breeze;

Its silvered edges glimmer

Like foam-encrusted seas;

Its tall dark sedges shadow

A mud world's pigmy pride,

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That spreads, a splash of meadow

 

Wherein salt creatures hide;

 

Its leaden blue expanses

 

Reflect the morning glow,

 

The changing sky's nuances

 

Of colours ebb and flow,

 

And in its sweet-starved quiet

 

The noonday's slow increase

 

Of echoing sea waves' riot

 

Sublimes to endless peace.