Emile Verhaeren

(21 May 1855 – 27 November 1916 / St Amands / Belgium)

Emile Verhaeren Poems

41. Un Village 8/7/2012
42. Une Heure De Soir 8/7/2012
43. Un Toit, Là-Bas 8/7/2012
44. Soir Religieux (Iv) 8/7/2012
45. Oh! Laisse Frapper À La Porte 8/7/2012
46. Quand Le Ciel Étoilé Couvre Notre Demeure 8/7/2012
47. Si Nos Coeurs Ont Brûlé En Des Jours Exaltants 8/7/2012
48. Un Matin 8/7/2012
49. Remembrance 12/29/2015
50. Novembre 8/7/2012
51. Mon Ami, Le Paysage 8/7/2012
52. Une Statue (4) 8/7/2012
53. Vers La Mer 8/7/2012
54. Vers Le Cloître 8/7/2012
55. Vers Le Futur 8/7/2012
56. Vieille Ferme À La Toussaint 8/7/2012
57. Viens Jusqu'À Notre Seuil Répandre 8/7/2012
58. Viens Lentement T'Asseoir 8/7/2012
59. Une Statue (1) 8/7/2012
60. Une Statue (2) 8/7/2012
61. Ma Race 8/7/2012
62. Mes Doigts 8/7/2012
63. Mets Ta Chaise Près De La Mienne 8/7/2012
64. Minuit Blanc 8/7/2012
65. Moine Doux 8/7/2012
66. Moine Épique 8/7/2012
67. Moine Sauvage 8/7/2012
68. Les Pas 8/6/2012
69. Les Pauvres 8/6/2012
70. Les Menus Faits, Les Mille Riens 8/6/2012
71. Les Usines 8/6/2012
72. Les Vêpres 8/6/2012
73. Les Vergers De Mai 8/6/2012
74. Les Vieux Chênes 8/6/2012
75. Les Vieux Maîtres 8/6/2012
76. Les Villes 8/6/2012
77. Liminaire 8/6/2012
78. Londres 8/6/2012
79. Lorsque Ta Main Confie, Un Soir... 8/6/2012
80. Le Gel 8/6/2012

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  • David Milton David Milton (2/2/2008 5:59:00 AM)

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Best Poem of Emile Verhaeren

Infinitely

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, ...

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Tenebrae

A moon, with vacant, chilling eye, stares
At the winter, enthroned vast and white upon the hard ground;
The night is an entire and translucent azure;
The wind, a blade of sudden presence, stabs.

Far away, on the skylines, the long pathways of frost,
Seen, in the distance, to pierce the expanses,
And stars of gold, suspended to the zenith,
Always higher, amid the ether, to rend the blue of the sky.

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