LISTENING TO NICK DRAKE'S RIVER MAN HALF PAST ELEVEN P. M.

Just a moment ago the trees

stood yet green in the night air,

now they are black silhouettes

against the darkening blue,

and I'm sitting here, in this

electrical halo separating

me from the night that

has fallen, listening to

Nick Drake's River Man,

thinking whether I can make

myself translate Philip Larkin,

sipping coffee and wondering

what colour her satin mini dress

might be, would it be dark blue

like the sky tonight?

15.07.2024

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