I came to the golden river as a stranger

Never heard about a Latem painter

But when I saw that art I was amazed

and in no time I felt deep related

In the shade of a linden tree

sitting on the pavement of an old tavern

listening to the rustling of the leaves

my flesh creeped and I wished I'd never leave

That night, before I went to sleep

I took pencil and copy-book

Inspired by the calm of my room

my hand went over the paper and leap

as laboured by the smell of the land -

in blue, yellow and green

I made an everlasting screen

a picture of a place to remember

and make my restless mind

say to itself

Paul, enjoy the time and place,

come back whenever...



voor Paul Jenkins, 27 juni 1992.

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