“The gate is open to peace”
(R. Brooke in Safety)
Liège-Flémalle (B)
And the band just keeps on playing
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)