Posts in Category: What has been left

Quite a row of them sitting there

"At night when reddest flowers are black
Those who once sat thereon come back;
Quite a row of them sitting there,
Quite a row of them sitting there."

(Th. Hardy in The garden seat)
Rocourt (B)

After the farmer has left the field

"The voice of one crying in the wilderness,
Prepare ye the way of the Lord.
Make straight in the desert a high way, a high way for our God."

(J.P. Scott in the song The voice in the wilderness)
Liège (B)

A toilet bowl against pollution


“Contrairement au chasseur
qui lui n’est pas un lapin,
le pollueur, lui, est
une ordure”

(Ph. Geluk)
Liège (B)

The silent radio in the woods


“Du kleiner Kasten, den ich flüchtend trug,
Daß meine Lampen mir auch nicht zerbrächen, 
Besorgt vom Haus zum Schiff, vom Schiff zum Zug,
Daß meine Feinde weiter zu mir sprächen,
An meinem Lager und zu meiner Pein,
Der letzten nachts, der ersten in der Früh,
Von ihren Siegen und von meiner Müh:
Versprich mir, nicht auf einmal stumm zu sein!”

(B. Brecht in An meinen kleinen Radioapparat)
Geulhem (NL)

The swimming dog chair

"Days of joy, how have ye fled?
Joy immortal, are ye dead?
Is there nothing that can hold you?
Can my limp arms not enfold you?
Days of floating on the stream,
Softly lapped as in a dream,
With the white clouds swimming slowly
In an ether pure and holy!"

(A. Schaffer in A summer vacation)
Wandre (B)

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