“O enter with me the gates of delight”


” O enter with me the gates of delight,
The gates of the garden of man’s desire,
Where spirits, touched by heav’nly fire,
Have planted the trees of life.
While we slept in terror of night,
Laden with sorrows, chained and dumb;
Suddenly, while we slept, our heav’n is come.”

(R.S. Bridges, no title in Invocation to Music)
Maastricht (NL)

The futility of a turnstile


“Chemins qui ne mènent nulle part
entre deux prés,
que l’on dirait avec art
de leur but détournés,

chemins qui souvent n’ont
devant eux rien d’autre en face
que le pur espace
et la saison.”

(R.M. Rilke in Les Quatrains Valaisans, no. 31)
Jodoigne (B)

No one to turn the wheel


“And the wheels keep turning, all the time,
No mechanical churning, not a sound,
Just a feeling of stirring, hold them down, hold them down, hold them down.”

(Tony Banks in And the Wheel Keeps Turning)
Limbourg (B)

A spring full of snow


“The blossom-snow begins to blow
About the orchard close.
The fields forget the violet,
But soon shall bloom the rose, my Dear,
Ah! soon shall bloom the rose.”

(R. Marriott Watson in Prelude)
Orp-Jauche (B)

Where have the children gone


“How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!

Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside …”

(R.L. Stevenson in The Swing)
Balen (B)

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