The art of dumping a star

“O powerful western fallen star!
O shades of night! O moody, tearful night!
O great star disappear’d! O the black murk that hides the star!
O cruel hands that hold me powerless! O helpless soul of me!
O harsh surrounding cloud, that will not free my soul!”

(W. Whitman in When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d)
Ougrée (B)

Dying landscape

Dying landscape

“If the day is done,
if birds sing no more,
if the wind has flagged tired,
then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me,
even as thou hast wrapt the earth
with the coverlet of sleep
and tenderly closed the petals
of the drooping lotus at dusk.”

(R. Tagore from Gitanjali)
Seraing (B)

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