French
Emile Verhaeren
Emile Verhaeren was born in 1855 at Sint-Amands, near Antwerp, and grew up on the banks of the Scheldt amid the Flemish plains. He studied at Ghent and Louvain, was called to the Bar at Brussels in 1881, and soon gave up law for literature, publishing his first volume of poems in 1883 and writing for the review L'Art Moderne. He was a friend of Maeterlinck and a leading figure of the Belgian literary revival known as Young Belgium.
His work moves from the vigorous Flemish scenes of Les Flamandes through the anguished books of the 1880s to the visionary village and city poems of Les Villages illusoires and Les Villes tentaculaires, and to the tender love-songs of Les Heures claires, written for his wife. A master of free verse, he died in 1916. The English versions gathered here are by Alma Strettell (1915), Jethro Bithell (1911) and F. S. Flint (1916), with one poem by Osman Edwards (1896).
Poems (135)
- The Shining Hours, I: O the splendour of our joy
- The Shining Hours, II: Although we saw this bright garden
- The Shining Hours, III: This barbaric capital, whereon monsters writhe
- The Shining Hours, IV: The sky has unfolded into night
- The Shining Hours, V: Each hour I brood upon your goodness
- The Shining Hours, VI: Sometimes you wear the kindly grace
- The Shining Hours, VII: Oh! let the passing hand
- The Shining Hours, VIII: As in the simple ages
- The Shining Hours, IX: Young and kindly spring
- The Shining Hours, X: Come with slow steps
- The Shining Hours, XI: How readily delight is aroused in her
- The Shining Hours, XII: At the time when I had long suffered
- The Shining Hours, XIII: And what matters the wherefores
- The Shining Hours, XIV: In my dreams, I sometimes pair you
- The Shining Hours, XV: I dedicate to your tears
- The Shining Hours, XVI: I drown my entire soul in your two eyes
- The Shining Hours, XVII: To love with our eyes
- The Shining Hours, XVIII: In the garden of our love
- The Shining Hours, XIX: May your bright eyes, your eyes of summer
- The Shining Hours, XX: Tell me, my simple and tranquil sweetheart
- The Shining Hours, XXI: During those hours wherein we are lost
- The Shining Hours, XXII: Oh! this happiness, sometimes so rare
- The Shining Hours, XXIII: Let us, in our love and ardour
- The Shining Hours, XXIV: So soon as our lips touch
- The Shining Hours, XXV: To prevent the escape of any part of us
- The Shining Hours, XXVI: Although autumn this evening
- The Shining Hours, XXVII: The gift of the body when the soul is given
- The Shining Hours, XXVIII: Was there in us one fondness
- The Shining Hours, XXIX: The lovely garden blossoming with flames
- The Shining Hours, XXX: If it should ever happen that
- The Hours of Afternoon, I: Step by step, day by day
- The Hours of Afternoon, II: Roses of June, you the fairest
- The Hours of Afternoon, III: If other flowers adorn the house
- The Hours of Afternoon, IV: The darkness is lustral
- The Hours of Afternoon, V: I bring you this evening, as an offering
- The Hours of Afternoon, VI: Let us both sit down on the old worm-eaten bench
- The Hours of Afternoon, VII: Gently, more gently still
- The Hours of Afternoon, VIII: In the house chosen by our love
- The Hours of Afternoon, IX: The pleasant task with the window open
- The Hours of Afternoon, X: In the depth of our love dwells all faith
- The Hours of Afternoon, XI: Dawn, darkness, evening, space and the stars
- The Hours of Afternoon, XII: This is the holy hour when the lamp is lit
- The Hours of Afternoon, XIII: The dead kisses of departed years
- The Hours of Afternoon, XIV: For fifteen years
- The Hours of Afternoon, XV: I thought our joy benumbed for ever
- The Hours of Afternoon, XVI: Everything that lives about us
- The Hours of Afternoon, XVII: Because you came one day
- The Hours of Afternoon, XVIII: On days of fresh and tranquil health
- The Hours of Afternoon, XIX: Out of the groves of sleep I came
- The Hours of Afternoon, XX: Alas! when the lead of illness
- The Hours of Afternoon, XXI: Our bright garden is health itself
- The Hours of Afternoon, XXII: It was June in the garden
- The Hours of Afternoon, XXIII: The gift of yourself
- The Hours of Afternoon, XXIV: Oh! the calm summer garden where nothing moves!
- The Hours of Afternoon, XXV: As with others, an hour has its ill-humour
- The Hours of Afternoon, XXVI: The golden barks of lovely summer
- The Hours of Afternoon, XXVII: Ardour of senses, ardour of hearts
- The Hours of Afternoon, XXVIII: The still beauty of summer evenings
- The Hours of Afternoon, XXIX: You said to me, one evening
- The Hours of Afternoon, XXX: "Hours of bright morning"
- The Hours of Evening, I: Dainty flowers, like a froth of foam
- The Hours of Evening, II: If it were true that a garden flower
- The Hours of Evening, III: The wistaria is faded and the hawthorn dead
- The Hours of Evening, IV: Draw up your chair near mine
- The Hours of Evening, V: Be once more merciful and cheering to us, light
- The Hours of Evening, VI: Alas! the days of the crimson phlox
- The Hours of Evening, VII: The evening falls, the moon is golden
- The Hours of Evening, VIII: When your hand
- The Hours of Evening, IX: And now that the lofty leaves have fallen
- The Hours of Evening, X: When the starry sky covers our dwelling
- The Hours of Evening, XI: With the same love that you were for me
- The Hours of Evening, XII: The flowers of bright welcome
- The Hours of Evening, XIII: When the fine snow with its sparkling grains
- The Hours of Evening, XIV: If fate has saved us from commonplace errors
- The Hours of Evening, XV: No, my heart has never tired of you
- The Hours of Evening, XVI: How happy we are still
- The Hours of Evening, XVII: Shall we suffer, alas! the dead weight of the years
- The Hours of Evening, XVIII: The small happenings, the thousand nothings
- The Hours of Evening, XIX: Come even to our threshold
- The Hours of Evening, XX: When our bright garden was gay
- The Hours of Evening, XXI: With my old hands lifted to your forehead
- The Hours of Evening, XXII: If our hearts have burned
- The Hours of Evening, XXIII: In this rugged winter
- The Hours of Evening, XXIV: Perhaps, when my last day comes
- The Hours of Evening, XXV: Oh! how gentle are your hands
- The Hours of Evening, XXVI: When you have closed my eyes to the light
- Rain
- The Ferryman
- The Silence
- The Bell-Ringer
- The Snow
- The Grave-Digger
- The Wind
- The Fishermen
- The Rope-Maker
- Les Heures claires, I
- Les Heures claires, VIII
- Les Heures claires, XVII
- Les Heures claires, XXI
- St. George
- The Gardens
- She of the Garden
- The Glory of the Heavens
- Life
- Joy
- The Old Masters
- The Cowherd
- The Art of the Flemings
- Peasants
- Fogs
- On the Coast
- Homage
- Canticles
- Dying Men
- The Arms of Evening
- The Mill
- In Pious Mood
- The Ferryman
- The Rain
- The Fishermen
- Silence
- The Rope-Maker
- Saint George
- In the North
- The Town
- The Music-Hall
- The Butcher's Stall
- A Corner of the Quay
- My Heart is as it Climbed a Steep
- When I was as a Man that Hopeless Pines
- Lest Anything Escape from our Embrace
- I Bring to You as Offering To-night
- In the Cottage where our Peaceful Love Reposes
- This is the Good Hour when the Lamp is Lit
- The Sovran Rhythm