Dewdrops
The Dutch poet, writer and photographer Harm Jagerman (also one of our editors) wrote a poem about summer and having to say goodbye. This is his poem, entitled Dewdrops. For this poem, he decided to set a challenge for himself.

The Dutch poet, writer and photographer Harm Jagerman (also one of our editors) wrote a poem about summer and having to say goodbye. This is his poem, entitled Dewdrops. For this poem, he decided to set a challenge for himself.

About Dewdrops

The challenge Harm set for himself was quite simple: start with one word and slowly begin to make the sentences longer. Each stanza in this poem contains longer sentences than the one before. This is what he had to say about his poem:

“During my life, I had to say goodbye to many people I loved and cared for. There are always those questions that are left unanswered. Questions that will keep you up at night or come up during moments you least expect them to. This poem is about those dewdrops, that will disappear. Where they will go, that is uncertain.”

The poem reads as if it is just about summer or the wish for the poet to see summer. There is more to this poem, as you can read above.

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Dewdrops

Dewdrops

Who
brew
the dew?

 
Who brought
this mascot
of an aforethought?

 
When this present
has its end
A sad event!

 
When sunlight lights them
Their time has come
What would they become?

 
Where do they all go,
when sunlight is to glow?
Who is the to know?
Where dewdrops really go?

 
Where is their hiding place then?
Must they suffer, time and again?
Or is there for them, a new “when?”
Or is it a forever “then?”

 
When the sun is finally done burning
will they come home, just returning
to the wonderful place of not concerning
Do they await a moment of warning?

 
Where is once or once is when possibly?
Or will who be the once, for eternity
For eternity, I ask, please let me see
drops of dew, millions like an immense sea
Drops, drops: Millions, even more, a wonderful novelty

 
Who is to know about those million dew drops?
And who knows exactly, when it begins or stops?

Harm Jagerman

Title
Dewdrops
Article Name
Dewdrops
Summary
A poem about the wish for summer and about having to say goodbye
Author
Publisher Name
The Ministry of Poetic Affairs

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