The Fishermen (Emile Verhaeren Poems)
The spot is flaked with mist, that fills,Thickening into rolls more dank,The thresholds and the window-sills,And smokes on every bank.The ...
The spot is flaked with mist, that fills,Thickening into rolls more dank,The thresholds and the window-sills,And smokes on every bank.The ...
As an ant is powerless Against a raised boot, And only has an instant To have a bright idea or ...
Their shadow dims the sunshine of our day, As they go lumbering across the sky, Squawking in joy of feeling ...
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