Emile Verhaeren

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

Emile Verhaeren Poems

201. La Vieille Demoiselle 8/6/2012
202. Là-Bas 8/6/2012
203. Le Banquier 8/6/2012
204. Le Bazar 8/6/2012
205. La Vie 8/6/2012
206. Je Suis Sorti Des Bosquets Du Sommeil 8/6/2012
207. Dis-Moi, Ma Simple Et Ma Tranquille Amie 8/6/2012
208. En Ce Rugueux Hiver... 8/6/2012
209. Des Fleurs Fines Et Mousseuses Comme L'Écume 8/6/2012
210. Des Soirs 8/6/2012
211. C'Était En Juin, Dans Le Jardin 8/3/2012
212. Les Ombres 8/6/2012
213. Les Meules 8/6/2012
214. Les Gueux 8/6/2012
215. Les Granges 8/6/2012
216. Le Roc 8/6/2012
217. Le Lait 8/6/2012
218. Moine Simple 8/7/2012
219. Vénus 8/7/2012
220. Une Statue (3) 8/7/2012
221. Vivons, Dans Notre Amour Et Notre Ardeur 8/7/2012
222. Lorsque S'Épand Sur Notre Seuil La Neige Fine 8/6/2012
223. Les Vents 8/6/2012
224. Les Voyageurs 8/6/2012
225. Le Lierre 8/6/2012
226. Le Forgeron 8/6/2012
227. Les Cierges 8/6/2012
228. Les Paysans 8/6/2012
229. Les Pêcheurs 8/6/2012
230. Croquis De Cloître (Iv) 8/3/2012
231. J'Ai Cru À Tout Jamais Notre Joie Engourdie 8/6/2012
232. Je Dédie À Tes Pleurs, À Ton Sourire 8/6/2012
233. Fin D'Année 8/6/2012
234. Fleur Fatale 8/6/2012
235. Le Beau Jardin Fleuri De Flammes 8/6/2012
236. Le Chaland 8/6/2012
237. La Pluie 8/6/2012
238. L'Europe 8/6/2012
239. L'Âge Est Venu, Pas À Pas, Jour À Jour 8/6/2012
240. La Foule 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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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.

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