The birds that will never sing

“It is only a tiny garden,
Where the sweetest roses grow,
Where the birds are always singing
From dawn till evening’s glow.
With its wealth of wondrous flowers,
And its sunshine everywhere,
It is only a tiny garden,
But my heart is always there.”

(L. Glanville in It is only a tiny garden)
Liège (B)

Torture of art


“The heart asks pleasure – first,

And then excuse from pain.
And then those little anodynes
That deaden suffering.

And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.”

(E. Dickinson no title from Poems from Emily Dickinson)
Antwerpen (B)

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