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The Arch of the "Cinquantenaire Art Museum" which is one of the most famous monuments in Brussels. See another photo I took of the Cinquantenaire some weeks ago.
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Showing posts with label Arch. Show all posts
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It Is Just Like Yesterday
By Peter S. Quinn
It is just like yesterday when blossoms were blue
And memories were remote in the day
The basks in their blissful shades of the new
With laughter and tears in the summer’s play
Remarkable dreams not long endured in hours
Giving their peaceful arch from the very first
In the varied ways evening perfumed flowers
That love in its longing has always much thirst
Somewhere are now these hours flown to past
Fading in shade of their enjoyable age
Nothing will stand for the winter’s coming cold
Daydreams of the heart away it shall cast
Bring in each venture in its stabilized wage
And love songs of summer can not to dreams hold
(Inspired by Fourth by Anna Akhmatova)
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By Peter S. Quinn
It is just like yesterday when blossoms were blue
And memories were remote in the day
The basks in their blissful shades of the new
With laughter and tears in the summer’s play
Remarkable dreams not long endured in hours
Giving their peaceful arch from the very first
In the varied ways evening perfumed flowers
That love in its longing has always much thirst
Somewhere are now these hours flown to past
Fading in shade of their enjoyable age
Nothing will stand for the winter’s coming cold
Daydreams of the heart away it shall cast
Bring in each venture in its stabilized wage
And love songs of summer can not to dreams hold
(Inspired by Fourth by Anna Akhmatova)
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Le Cinquantenaire,
Brussels by Night
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© 2008 - Ben Heine
(click on image to enlarge)
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Closed Path
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By Rabindranath Tagore
I thought that my voyage had come to its end
at the last limit of my power,
that the path before me was closed,
that provisions were exhausted
and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity.
But I find that thy will knows no end in me.
And when old words die out on the tongue,
new melodies break forth from the heart;
and where the old tracks are lost,
new country is revealed with its wonders.
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(The poem appeared on Tagorepoetry.com)
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Brussels by Night
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© 2008 - Ben Heine(click on image to enlarge)
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Closed Path
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By Rabindranath Tagore
I thought that my voyage had come to its end
at the last limit of my power,
that the path before me was closed,
that provisions were exhausted
and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity.
But I find that thy will knows no end in me.
And when old words die out on the tongue,
new melodies break forth from the heart;
and where the old tracks are lost,
new country is revealed with its wonders.
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(The poem appeared on Tagorepoetry.com)
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PS : This is a photo I took by night in the centre of Brussels. On the background, you can see the Arch of the "Cinquantenaire Art Museum", which is one of the most famous monuments in the city. The "Belliard Tunnel" goes under the whole structure (including the Park)!
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