OOHHH THE RUSTLE OF THE FLANDERS' REEDS
We woke up to a glorious Spring day and decided on a drive along small winding roads in the country-side of Le Plat Pays, my Flanders.
It is so fabulously flat and far-stretching, the meadows and fields seamed off by the water-sucking willows, pruned again and again in their particular way, so that they form a 'knobbly' head.
The dividing water canals are festooned with waving slender reeds, they inspired many a poet, none more than Guido Gezelle:
O 't ruisschen van het ranke riet !
O wist ik toch uw droevig lied !
Wanneer de wind voorbij u voert
En buigend uwe halmen roert
Gij buigt, ootmoedig zwijgend neêr
Staat op en buigt ootmoedig weêr
En zingt al buigend 't droevig lied
Dat ik bemin, o ranke riet !
(loosely translated in English...
O 't rustling of the slender reed!
O to know your sad song!
When the wind carries you over
And bowing moves yours stalks
You bow, humbly silently down,
Rise and humbly bow again
and sing, all the while bending, the sad song
That I love, O slender reed! )
This is very Flemish! The waving reeds, the 'Knot' willows, yes I was home for a moment...
Thanx and have a lovely day, M, (*_*)
OOHHH THE RUSTLE OF THE FLANDERS' REEDS
We woke up to a glorious Spring day and decided on a drive along small winding roads in the country-side of Le Plat Pays, my Flanders.
It is so fabulously flat and far-stretching, the meadows and fields seamed off by the water-sucking willows, pruned again and again in their particular way, so that they form a 'knobbly' head.
The dividing water canals are festooned with waving slender reeds, they inspired many a poet, none more than Guido Gezelle:
O 't ruisschen van het ranke riet !
O wist ik toch uw droevig lied !
Wanneer de wind voorbij u voert
En buigend uwe halmen roert
Gij buigt, ootmoedig zwijgend neêr
Staat op en buigt ootmoedig weêr
En zingt al buigend 't droevig lied
Dat ik bemin, o ranke riet !
(loosely translated in English...
O 't rustling of the slender reed!
O to know your sad song!
When the wind carries you over
And bowing moves yours stalks
You bow, humbly silently down,
Rise and humbly bow again
and sing, all the while bending, the sad song
That I love, O slender reed! )
This is very Flemish! The waving reeds, the 'Knot' willows, yes I was home for a moment...
Thanx and have a lovely day, M, (*_*)