by Carel Fabritius (1622-1654)
In a literate land where water and wave and light reign
You were chained as any god can be to the might beyond.
In the wall two hoops circumnavigate the life led
And the well-made prison box is at one with its bare plaster wall.
Just a gleam like autumn sun skinkling off the Zuider Zee
Can be seen in your gaze,
It seems to pity us gripping our own curved bars,
Always beyond fully taking flight.