The Rope-Maker (Emile Verhaeren Poems)
In his village greyAt foot of the dykes, that encompass himWith weary weaving of curves and linesToward the sea outstretching ...
In his village greyAt foot of the dykes, that encompass himWith weary weaving of curves and linesToward the sea outstretching ...
Ever since ending of the summer weather.When last the thunder and the lightning broke,Shatt'ring themselves upon it at one stroke,The ...
How abundant was autumn this year… Its heroic suns and blessings, After our pains, our ashes and deaths, Have filled ...
A FRIEND of mine said yesterday: "There goes a man across the way Who paid ten thousand dollars for a ...
They took the maid; they took the cook as well:Mamma said 'Splendid! Give the Germans——!The two small daughters did the ...
Come, Friendship, with thy sweetly-pleasing pow'r,Teach me to calm my dear-lov'd Silvia's breast:Shed thy kind influ'nce o'er the gloomy hour,And ...
The hounds of despair, the hounds of the autumnal wind,Gnaw with their howling the black echoes of evenings.The darkness, immensely, ...
When from the watercolored window idly you lookEach is but and clear to see, not steep:So does the neat print ...
(from a painting by hugo simberg) those who bear the wounded angel are they honoured or destroyed far beyond their ...
Unlike yesterday, Christmas Day a more leisurely start, middle, and end of the day, at least so far Awake more ...
I Alphonso live and learn, Seeing nature go astern. Things deteriorate in kind, Lemons run to leaves and rind, Meagre ...
Today the Masons are auctioning their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes labeled inside ...
"DON'T they consult the 'Victims,' though?" I said. "They should, by rights, Give them a chance - because, you know, ...
The nicest child I ever knew Was Charles Augustus Fortescue. He never lost his cap, or tore His stockings or ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
1 AFTER all, not to create only, or found only, But to bring, perhaps from afar, what is already founded, ...
Are you a mere picture, and not as true as those stars, true as this dust? They throb with the ...
When from the watercolored window idly you look Each is but and clear to see, not steep: So does the ...
I held myself too open, I forgot that outside not just things exist and animals fully at ease in themselves, ...
I love you - though it makes me beat, Though vain it seems, and melancholy - Yet to this shameless, ...
Decide to network Use every letter you write Every conversation you have Every meeting you attend To express your fundamental ...
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