“Oh, says the rook and eke the crow,
The reason why in black we go
Because our love has us forsook,
So pity us poor crow and rook!”
(J. Clare in Birds’ lament)
Liège (B)
He thought he saw an Elephant
“Magasin à louer”
Torture of art
The art of dumping a star
“O powerful western fallen star!
O shades of night! O moody, tearful night!
O great star disappear’d! O the black murk that hides the star!
O cruel hands that hold me powerless! O helpless soul of me!
O harsh surrounding cloud, that will not free my soul!”
(W. Whitman in When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d)
Ougrée (B)