Give now, give! All the cargo's Poem by Karel van de Woestijne

Give now, give! All the cargo's
hoisted to the rigging's height,
and the emptiness lays a gentle
sadness in the weary hand.

Give now, give! Leave the houses,
close the windows, dowse the fire;
the wide clear heavens are the sluices
for your hasty voyage out.

I'm emptied out; I'm past and gone;
my life is done; I've given food.
All that's coming is my past,
since it owes its being to my plea and
laughs out of my forgotten blood.