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Poem

Karel van de Woestijne

In the woods a belated axe-stroke

In the woods a belated axe-stroke,
from over-Leie a loud whip’s crack.
To Westward the long dying
of the sun’s last streak.

The white blossom of the pea-vine
blue shadow-quaking on the ground.
Schooled out of all affliction,
a smile about my mouth.

In ’t bosch een late bijle,

In ’t bosch een late bijle,
en over-Leië een luide zweep.
Ten Westen, ’t lange wijlen
der laatste zonne-streep.

De witte bloem der erwte
blaauw schaduw-bevend op den grond.
Gekweekt van alle smerte,
een glimlach om mijn mond.
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In the woods a belated axe-stroke

In the woods a belated axe-stroke,
from over-Leie a loud whip’s crack.
To Westward the long dying
of the sun’s last streak.

The white blossom of the pea-vine
blue shadow-quaking on the ground.
Schooled out of all affliction,
a smile about my mouth.

In the woods a belated axe-stroke

In the woods a belated axe-stroke,
from over-Leie a loud whip’s crack.
To Westward the long dying
of the sun’s last streak.

The white blossom of the pea-vine
blue shadow-quaking on the ground.
Schooled out of all affliction,
a smile about my mouth.
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