l'ETE INDIEN...
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youtu.be/BT_ZQdY0h8o by JOE DASSIN
THE RUSTLE OF THE REEDS...
By Monday the weather had gone blustery, a North-Wester was snapping, we enjoyed another 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...
Thanks and have a lovely day, M, (*_*)
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l'ETE INDIEN...
#abfav_films_songs
youtu.be/BT_ZQdY0h8o by JOE DASSIN
THE RUSTLE OF THE REEDS...
By Monday the weather had gone blustery, a North-Wester was snapping, we enjoyed another 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...
Thanks and have a lovely day, M, (*_*)
ViewLarge and On Black
For more of my other work or if you want to PURCHASE (ONLY PLACE TO BUY MY IMAGES!), VIEW THE NEW PORTFOLIOS AND LATEST NEWS HERE on our website: www.indigo2photography.com
IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved