Poem
Karel van de Woestijne
I am alone and sad ...
I am alone and sad, as the soft gold evening dims ...Through the open window I hear the downy fall
of clammy flowers in a crystal bowl ...
– And I do not know if I shall love her,
in the quiet and lightsome movement of her limbs,
and in her goodness in my strange existence ...
I’m sad, and I hear her quiet footsteps going,
and her soft humming, in the garden, down below.
© Translation: 2007, Tanis Guest
\'k Ben eenzaam droef, in \'t geel-teêr avond-dalen ...
\'k Ben eenzaam droef, in \'t geel-teêr avond-dalen ...
Door \'t open venster hoor \'k den donzen val
van klamme bloemen in krystallen schale ...
— En \'k weet niet of ik haar beminnen zal,
in \'t stil en licht bewegen harer leden,
en hare goedheid in mijn vreemd bestaan ...
\'k Ben droef, en \'k hoor haar stille voeten gaan,
en haar zacht neuren, in den tuin, beneden.
Door \'t open venster hoor \'k den donzen val
van klamme bloemen in krystallen schale ...
— En \'k weet niet of ik haar beminnen zal,
in \'t stil en licht bewegen harer leden,
en hare goedheid in mijn vreemd bestaan ...
\'k Ben droef, en \'k hoor haar stille voeten gaan,
en haar zacht neuren, in den tuin, beneden.
© 1903, Karel van de Woestijne
From: Het vader-huis, Verzameld werk
Publisher: Lannoo, Tielt
From: Het vader-huis, Verzameld werk
Publisher: Lannoo, Tielt
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I am alone and sad ...
I am alone and sad, as the soft gold evening dims ...Through the open window I hear the downy fall
of clammy flowers in a crystal bowl ...
– And I do not know if I shall love her,
in the quiet and lightsome movement of her limbs,
and in her goodness in my strange existence ...
I’m sad, and I hear her quiet footsteps going,
and her soft humming, in the garden, down below.
© 2007, Tanis Guest
From: Het vader-huis, Verzameld werk
From: Het vader-huis, Verzameld werk
I am alone and sad ...
I am alone and sad, as the soft gold evening dims ...Through the open window I hear the downy fall
of clammy flowers in a crystal bowl ...
– And I do not know if I shall love her,
in the quiet and lightsome movement of her limbs,
and in her goodness in my strange existence ...
I’m sad, and I hear her quiet footsteps going,
and her soft humming, in the garden, down below.
© 2007, Tanis Guest
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