Frantz Charlet (Belgian Impressionist painter, 1862-1928) | A promenade in Vonaco
I’ll wander the streets till I’m dead tired,
I’ll learn to live alone and look each passing face
straight in the eye and still be what I am.
This coolness ascending in me, searching through my veins,
is an awakening each morning that I’ve never felt
so real -except that I feel stronger
than my body, and a colder shiver comes each morning now.
The mornings I had at twenty are now far: away.
And tomorrow, twenty-one: tomorrow I’ll go out in tile
streets -
I remember every stone, and the layers of the sky.