“As I travel down life’s pathway,
Know not what the years may hold.
As I ponder, hopes grow fonder,
Precious memories flood my soul”
(Bob Dylan in Precious memories)
Liège (B)
The wall that still shows its color
The anatomy of a door
This is where ships are eaten
“In some unused lagoon, some nameless bay,
On sluggish, lonesome waters, anchor’d near the shore,
An old, dismasted, gray and batter’d ship, disabled, done,
After free voyages to all the seas of earth, haul’d up at last and
hawser’d tight,
Lies rusting, mouldering.”
(Walt Whitman in The dismantled ship)
Liège (B)
