Emile Verhaeren

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

Emile Verhaeren Poems

81. La Peur 8/6/2012
82. Le Gel 8/6/2012
83. Le Masque 8/6/2012
84. Le Menuisier 8/6/2012
85. Le Meunier 8/6/2012
86. Le Monde 8/6/2012
87. Le Mont 8/6/2012
88. Le Paradis 8/6/2012
89. Le Péché 8/6/2012
90. Le Premier Arbre De L'Allée 8/6/2012
91. Le Silence 8/6/2012
92. Le Soir Tombe, La Lune Est D'Or 8/6/2012
93. Le Sonneur 8/6/2012
94. Le Spectacle 8/6/2012
95. Les Baisers Morts Des Défuntes Années 8/6/2012
96. Les Baptêmes 8/6/2012
97. Les Barbares 8/6/2012
98. Les Barques D'Or Du Bel Été 8/6/2012
99. Les Brumes 8/6/2012
100. Les Cathédrales 8/6/2012
101. Les Chaumes 8/6/2012
102. Les Complaintes 8/6/2012
103. Les Cordiers 8/6/2012
104. Les Corneilles 8/6/2012
105. Les Espaliers 8/6/2012
106. Les Fièvres 8/6/2012
107. Les Fleurs Du Clair Accueil Au Long De La Muraille 8/6/2012
108. Les Fumeurs 8/6/2012
109. Le Ramasseur D'Épaves 8/6/2012
110. Le Voyage 8/6/2012
111. Les Greniers 8/6/2012
112. Les Idées 8/6/2012
113. Les Jardins 8/6/2012
114. Les Jours De Fraîche Et Tranquillé Santé 8/6/2012
115. Les Malades 8/6/2012
116. Les Meules Qui Brûlent 8/6/2012
117. Les Moines 8/6/2012
118. Les Morts 8/6/2012
119. Les Nombres 8/6/2012
120. Les Pêcheurs À Cheval 8/6/2012

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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.