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Where have all these visitors gone?
“Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? …”
(T.S. Eliot in The love song of J. Alfred Prufrock)
Verviers (B)
Backstage at the cinema
“Weary wind, who wanderest
Like the world’s rejected guest
Hast thou still some secret nest
On the tree or billow?”
(P.B. Shelley in Tell me thou wanderers)
Montegnée (B)
Sunday, the day of rest.
“Das ist der Tag des Herrn!
Ich bin allein auf weiter Flur;
Noch eine Morgenglocke nur,
Nun Stille nah und fern.”
(J.L. Uhland in Schäfers Sonntagslied)
Seraing (B)
The forms that once have been
“This is the place. Stand still, my steed,
Let me review the scene,
And summon from the shadowy Past
The forms that once have been.
The Past and Present here unite
Beneath Time’s flowing tide,
Like footprints hidden by a brook,
But seen on either side.”
(H.W. Longfellow in A gleam of sunshine)
Zaandijk (NL)