Hans Christian, Denmark, writer, fairytales
Now I understand all the statues you had to pose for how hard it's been to sit still, casting shadows
over the lawn, where children like those now clambering on your bronze must have played laughing, in a twitter of birds
while you, shut out from the game, tried desperately to resemble the picture of yourself that made you seem most harmless.
Nordbrandt, Henrik and Christensen,, Nadia translator
"Homage To Hans Christian,"
The Bridge: Vol. 1:
3, Article 8.
Available at: https://scholarsarchive.byu.edu/thebridge/vol1/iss3/8