Bij Sint Maarten
St. Martinus deelt zijn mantel, schilderij in de Kathedraal van Sint-Gatianus in Tours
Old Martinmas Eve
The moon, one tree, one star.
Still meadows far,
Enwreathed and scarfed by phantom lines of white.
November’s night
Of all her nights, I thought, and turned to see
Again that moon and star-supporting tree.
If some most quiet tune had spoken then;
Some silver thread of sound; a core within
That sea-deep silentness, I had not known
Ever such joy in peace, but sound was none —
Nor should be till birds roused to find the dawn.
Ivor Gurney (28 augustus 1890 – 26 december 1937)
De kathedraal van Gloucester, de geboorteplaats van Ivor Gurney
Zie voor nog meer schrijvers van de 11e november ook mijn vorige blog van vandaag.