"The morning comes to consciousness
Of faint stale smells of beer
From the sawdust-trampled street
With all its muddy feet that press
To early coffee-stands."
(T.S. Eliot in Preludes no. 2)Liège-Ans (B)
“The houses put their heads together, Talking, perhaps, so dark and sly, Of all the folk they’d seen go by, Children, and men and women, merry all, Who’d some day pass that way to burial.”
(J. Masefield in The Everlasting Mercy) Herstal (B)
"O Cherry Tree, glad Cherry Tree!
He said my red lips were
Richer than thy ripe fruit: ah me!
He kiss'd me there."
(W.J. Linton in Under a cherry tree)Liège-Chênée (B)
