Digital Manuscript ProjectMalone meurt / Malone Dies

[0684] It is such a night as Kaspar
David Friedrich loved, tempestuous and
bright.
[0685] That name that comes back to me, these
Christian names.
[0686] The clouds scud, rapped,
tattered by the wind, over a limpid ground.
[0687] If I had the patience to wait, I wd. see the
moon.
[0688] But I have not.
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Editors: Dirk Van Hulle, Pim Verhulst and Vincent Neyt