As you might (or might not) know, I’m a student of English, and that means lots of reading. Right now I’m taking a literature course on Modernism and through that course I’m coming across lots of interesting literature. This week we had to read a poem by Oscar Wilde, and I loved it straight away, so I thought I’d share it with you. I might also be reviewing one or two Modernist novels some time in the future because that’s mostly what I’m reading right now. A new post featuring another typically Dutch recipe will be up tomorrow or the day after. I hope you have a nice weekend!
Impression du Matin
The Thames nocturne of blue and gold
Changed to a harmony in grey;
A barge with ochre-coloured hay
Dropped from the wharf: and chill and cold
The yellow fog came creeping down
The bridges, till the houses’ walls
Seemed changed to shadows, and St Paul’s
Loomed like a bubble o’er the town.
Then suddenly arose the clang
Of waking life; the streets were stirred
With country wagons; and a bird
Flew to the glistening roofs and sang.
But one pale woman all alone,
The daylight kissing her wan hair,
Loitered beneath the gas lamps’ flare,
With lips of flame and heart of stone.
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