“When things go wrong as they sometimes will
And the road you travel seems all of hate
But never look down, always look up
It’s always darkest before dawn”
(Mahalia Jackson in Always look up)
Liège (B)
A memorial for a toilet bowl
What remains when the gate has also left the site
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)
