Emile Verhaeren Poems
- Infinitely The hounds of despair, the hounds of the autumnal ...
- Tenebrae A moon, with vacant, chilling eye, stares At the ...
- Les Heures Claires O la splendeur de notre joie, Tissée en ...
- Au Nord
- Asseyons-Nous Tous Deux Près D...
- Avec Le Même Amour Que Tu Me F...
- Avec Mes Sens, Avec Mon Coeur....
Emile Verhaeren was a Belgian poet, art critic and wrote short stories and verse plays.
He was born in a Flemish French-speaking, middle-class family in Sint-Amands. Nevertheless Emile Verhaeren also spoke the local dialect (Dutch was not taught at school at that time). At the age of eleven, he was sent to a strict boarding school in Ghent run by Jesuits - The Jesuit College of Sainte Barbe, where he became completely Frenchified. He then went to study law at the University of Leuven. Here he produced his first literary efforts in a student paper. During those years, he became acquainted with like-minded students. They later became his collaborators on the ... more »
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The hounds of despair, the hounds of the autumnal wind,
Gnaw with their howling the black echoes of evenings.
The darkness, immensely, gropes in the emptiness
For the moon, seen by the light of water.
From point to point, over there, the distant lights,
And in the sky, above, dreadful voices
Coming and going from the infinity of the marshes and planes
To the infinity of the valleys and the woods.
And roadways that stretch out like sails
And pass each other, coming unfolded in the distance, soundlessly,
While lengthening beneath the stars, ...