Literature

Paul van Ostaijen
An old man in the street
his simple tale to the old woman
it's nothing it sounds like a tenuous ...
Maurice Polydore Marie Bernard Maeterlinck
NARROW paths my passions tread:
Laughter rings there, sorrow cries;
Sick and sad, with half-shut e...
Maurice Polydore Marie Bernard Maeterlinck
NOW my desires no more, alas,
Summon my soul to my eyelids' brink,
For with its prayers that ebb a...
Emile Verhaeren
He who walks through the meadows of Champagne
At noon in Fall, when leaves like gold appear,
See...
Paul van Ostaijen
Rest thus your head on my arm
that from your forehead to your lips my eye
may glide along the br...

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