Saved two children last night.
They lay under thin black ice
one gone blue, the other grey.
I laid them out on grass
that snapped under my step
wrung their bodies warm and dry
gave them the gust of my breath.
Then I looked out at the morning
that lay lukewarm on the water
put on a tank top
arranged some grasses in a vase
fished two children out of sleep.
Dutch; trans. Jacquelyn Pope
Hester Knibbe, Dutch, trans. Jacquelyn Pope, Poetry, The Poetry Foundation, April, 2009.