Tuesday, 1 November 2011

Le Moulin



Le moulin tourne au fond du soir, tres lentement,
Sur un ciel de tristesse et de melancolie,
II tourne et tourne, et sa voile, couleur de lie,
Est triste et faible, et lourde, et lasse, infiniment…..

Emile Verhaeren

You don't have to understand French to appreciate the beauty of the flow of words in Verhaeren's verse.


Posted by Scriptor Senex at 00:11

5 comments:

  1. Librarian1 November 2011 at 07:24

    The sight of a windmill not turning any longer, or with no wings left to turn, is even more sad and melancholy.

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  2. Anonymous1 November 2011 at 09:38

    I've always had a real yen to live in a windmill...this one's a cracker.

    SP

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  3. Kay G.1 November 2011 at 10:32

    I was pleased that I could understand most of this from my high school French. Windmills are so beautiful, always excited when I would see one, never saw one in this country.

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  4. Graham Edwards1 November 2011 at 15:46

    I like that.

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  5. Scriptor Senex2 November 2011 at 06:53

    Ah oui, Librarian, c'est vrai!

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