“Farewell, my joy! For other hearts the Spring,
For other eyes the roses; but for me
The iron gate …”
(M. Coleridge in Farewell, my joy)
Maastricht (NL)
Memories in the snow
“In the gloom of whiteness
In the great silence of snow,
A child was sighing and bitterly saying; “Oh,
They have killed a white bird
up there on her nest,
The down is fluttering from her breast!”
And still it fell through that dusky brightness
On the child crying for the bird of the snow.”
(E. Thomas in Snow)
Voerstreek (B)