The golden barks of lovely summer
Read 'The golden barks of lovely summer' by 'Emile Verhaeren' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
The golden barks of lovely summer by Emile Verhaeren
The golden barks of lovely summer that set out, riotous for space, are returning sad and weary from the blood-stained horizons.
With monotonous strokes of the oars, they advance upon the waters; they are as cradles in which sleep autumn flowers.
Stalks of lilies with golden brows, you all lie overthrown; alone, the roses struggle to live beyond death.
What matters to their full beauty that October shine or April: their simple and puerile desire drinks all light until the blood comes.
Even on the blackest days, when the sky dies, they strive towards Christmas, beneath a harsh and haggard cloud, the moment the first ray darts through.
You, our souls, do as they; they have not the pride of the lilies; but within their folds they guard a holy and immortal ardour.
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