This edge of dune and sand, the sea
long ago the realm of mammoths now
home to jellyfish when an easterly wind
blows, hours before anyone left the beach
and went home we were already entrenched
in a windowless bathroom, heat and silence
our allies, virgins we were, untouched by poetry.
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Long-forgotten summer
by Enno de Witt
Enno de Witt’s poetry is firmly rooted in a tradition that goes all the way back to the dawn of language and to his youth on the Dutch North Sea coast. De Witt lives in the medieval city of Deventer on the banks of the river IJssel in The Netherlands. His poetry is published in The Netherlands, the USA and the UK.
