O THING of Spain in Flanders left behind,
O idle Delta severed from the sea,
Still worshipping a mystic Calvary,
Singing the self-same tune time out of mind!
...
POETS forgotten! Unknown poets! Ye
Beyond the reach of glory! Still I must
Go seeking you along the desolate quay,
And on old bookshelves mouldering in dust.
...
Ernest Raynaud, born in Paris ( 10th arrondissement ) the 22 February 1864 and the death 10 October 1936 Is a writer and poet French . He was also commissioner of police . Ardennes by his mother, he spent his childhood in Conde-les-Vouziers , Coulommes , St. Vaubourg and Attigny . Also, Paul Verlaine could write him We're both halves of the Ardennes, Me darker than you, I would say more wild? Proceeding Forest, when this Vallage Soft and Frisque that as well as you I know. It was one of the outstanding poets of the group of the Roman school , founded by Jean Moréas in 1891, which also counted among its members Charles Maurras , Maurice Plessys , Raymond La Tailhede , Frédéric Amouretti and Lionel des Rieux . He contributed to many journals, including the critical review of ideas and books .)
Bruges
O THING of Spain in Flanders left behind,
O idle Delta severed from the sea,
Still worshipping a mystic Calvary,
Singing the self-same tune time out of mind!
The arms of Burgundy and Austria twined
Their glories to be now this ash of thee;
The swan that haunts thy lone canals is he
Upon the proudest blazon e'er designed.
I know thy quays, and nunneries, and the street
Whose grassy cobbles echo to the feet
Of some bedizined soldier of the line.
Thy belfry as thou diest tells the hours,
Shadowing thee like a relic in the shrine
Of thy dead water strewn with willow-flowers.
translated by Jethro Bithell