“She can be wild in the summertime
She does not feel these walls
She can give in, look up, take a deep breath
And step into the falls
She’s just dancing …”
(D. Wilcox in She’s just dancing)
I’ll wait at my window
“I know well he will not glance up once at my window;
I know he will pass out of my sight in the twinkling of an eye;
only the vanishing strain of the flute
will come sobbing to me from afar.
But the young Prince will pass by our door,
and I will put on my best for the moment.”
(R. Tagore in O mother, the young Prince is to pass by …)
Verviers (B)
