The hounds of despair, the hounds of the autumnal wind,
Gnaw with their howling the black echoes of evenings.
The darkness, immensely, gropes in the emptiness
For the moon, seen by the light of water.

From point to point, over there, the distant lights,
And in the sky, above, dreadful voices
Coming and going from the infinity of the marshes and planes
To the infinity of the valleys and the woods.

And roadways that stretch out like sails
And pass each other, coming unfolded in the distance, soundlessly,
While lengthening beneath the stars,
Through the shadows and the terror of the night.

by Emile Verhaeren

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Comments (3)

Witty. Your words enact the spinning motion of earth. I felt the motion.
It's amazing to think what different strange creatures live on this planet. Your poem expresses your surprise at this world with its mysteries and your acceptance of it. A very nice poem. Julia
Excellent work! ! Is that all there is, we may ask ourselves...but that the only life we have got although its not a lot You remind me of a Swedish poet called Nils Ferlin As you might know I am a Swedish woman living in Stockholm...Well you have got an admirer with this poem Excellent! ! !