“Wait not to find thy slippers,
But come with thy naked feet;
We shall have to pass
through the dewy grass,
And waters wide and fleet.”
(H.W. Longfellow no title)
‘s Hertogenbosch (NL)
Do not collect dry laundry by bicycle or motorcycle!
“After a while we took in the clothes
Nobody said very much
Just some old wild shirts and a couple pairs of pants
Which nobody really wanted to touch
Mama come in and picked up a book
An’ Papa asked her what it was
Someone else asked, “What do you care?”
Papa said, “Well, just because”
Then they started to take back their clothes
Hang ’em on the line
It was January the thirtieth
And everybody was feelin’ fine”
(Bob Dylan in Clothes line saga)
Seraing (B)
Waiting for the wind when the laundry is hung
No feet but a cold wind for these shoes
Will the laundry be dry by now?
“I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,
And laid them away in a box of gold;
Where long will cling the lips of the moth,
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth;
I hide no hate; I am not even wroth
Who found earth’s breath so keen and cold;
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,
And laid them away in a box of gold.”
(C. Cullin in For a poet)
Eschweiler (D)