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 I want you to pronounce his name vensahnvensahn's ravens when the cypresses put up their hair
 humans surround his yellow house like bumblebees
 flowers for vensahn clubbed to death by hot wind
 rain for vensahn curbed in the blue derangement
 ravens for vensahn in the beloved's raven hair
 when she's registering standing tiptoe in front of mirrors
 blood-stained presents with those our lives are brutalized
 and the mistrals of passion fear vensahn
 in which the trees tremble like easels
 
 i live in the century after you
 but i live back so easily
 speak his name do do speak his name
 vensahn
 decorated with the millions of ravens of his stock
 
 and she
 who dropped the comb
 tore the black hair
 and croaked
 c r o a k e d
 C R O A K E D ! ! !
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 original in Deze Taal from 21-27 aSWWtranslated by Vincent van Mechelen, 69 aSWW
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