In the Close of Our Love, Summer Continues, Poem by Emile Verhaeren

Poem by Emile Verhaeren Period 19th century

In the close of our love, summer continues:
A golden peacock, over there, crosses an avenue;
Petals deck with banners
– Pearls, emeralds, turquoises –
The uniform sleep of the green lawns;
Our blue ponds gleam, covered
With the white kiss of snowy water lilies;
In the quincunxes, our currant bushes form processions;
An insect of prism irritates a flower’s heart;
Marvelous underwoods are jaspered with glimmers;
And, like light bubbles, a thousand bees
On clusters of silver vibrate along the trellises.

The air is so beautiful it seems shimmering;
Beneath the deep and radiant noons
One would say it stirs in roses of light;
While in the distance, the familiar roads,
Like slow gestures that stretch out vermilion,
On the pearly horizon, rise toward the sun.

Indeed, the diamond robe of beautiful summer
Clothes no garden with such pure clarity.
And it is the unique joy hatched in our two souls,
That recognizes its life in these bouquets of flames.

Emile Verhaeren

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