Posts Tagged: wasteland
Colourful are the memories
“There are
No clocks on the wall,
And no time
No shadows that move …”
(Langston Hughes in Tearless)
Liège (B)
The corner in green
“The grass is thick and cool, it lets us lie.
Kissed upon either cheek and either eye,
I turn to thee as some green afternoon
Turns toward sunset, and is loth to die;
Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon.”
(A. Ch. Swinburne in In the orchard)
Verviers (B)
Where the work has been laid down
“Lay down your weary tune, lay down
Lay down the song you strum
And rest yourself ’neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum.”
(Bob Dylan in Lay down your weary tune)
Ougrée (B)
Shopping with the windows closed forever
“Wavering between the profit and the loss
In this brief transit where the dreams cross
The dreamcrossed twilight between birth and dying
(Bless me father) though I do not wish to wish these things …”
(T.S. Eliot in Ash-Wednesday 1930)
St.-Pieters-Leeuw (B)
Beauty lift at the gate of Eden
“Don’t trust me to show you beauty
When beauty may only turn to rust
If you need somebody you can trust, trust yourself.”
(Bob Dylan in Trust yourself)
Brussel (B)