“Well, uh, outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl, hey
All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower”
(Bob Dylan in All along the watchtower)
Liège-Flémalle (B)
A patchwork shed
The gate to the graves
“We do not play on graves
because there isn’t room.
Besides it isn’t even.
It slants and people come
and put a flower on it
and hang their faces so.
We’re fearing that their hearts
will drop and crush our pretty play.
And so we move as far as enemies away,
just looking round to see
how far it is occasionally.”
(E. Dickinson no title)
Flémalle (B)
