“Who stands at my door in the storm and rain
On the threshold of being?
One who waits till you call him in
From the empty night”
(K. Raine in Selected poems)
Liège-Bressoux (B)
Memories in the snow
“In the gloom of whiteness
In the great silence of snow,
A child was sighing and bitterly saying; “Oh,
They have killed a white bird
up there on her nest,
The down is fluttering from her breast!”
And still it fell through that dusky brightness
On the child crying for the bird of the snow.”
(E. Thomas in Snow)
Voerstreek (B)
