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 ...
IOh, splendour of our joy and our delight,Woven of gold amid the silken air!See the dear house among its gables ...
He who walks through the meadows of Champagne At noon in Fall, when leaves like gold appear, Sees it draw ...
Yon, in the depths of the evening's track,Like a herd of blind bullocks that seek their fellows,Wild, as in terror, ...
Ever since ending of the summer weather.When last the thunder and the lightning broke,Shatt'ring themselves upon it at one stroke,The ...
O splendid, spacious day, irradiateWith flaming dawns, when earth shows yet more fairHer ardent beauty, proud, without alloy;And wakening life ...
Shining in dim transparence, the whole of infinity liesBehind the veil that the finger of radiant winter weavesAnd down on ...
Uninterruptedly falls the snow,Like meagre, long wool-strands, scant and slow,O'er the meagre, long plain disconsolate.Cold with lovelessness, warm with hate.Infinite, ...
The landscape now reveals a change;A stair--that twin?d elm-boughs holdEnclosed 'mid hedges mystic, strange--Inaugurates a green and goldVision of gardens, ...
The hounds of despair, the hounds of the autumnal wind,Gnaw with their howling the black echoes of evenings.The darkness, immensely, ...
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