I Found a Form. Hubert Van Herreweghen: Seventy Years a Poet

One can be for seventy years a poet and still get better. Van Herreweghen is in no way an innovator but his languages sings and dances. He observes the world with smiling detachment. The seasons pass as they always have, the farmer goes on ploughing, the hops are added to the fermenting beer. Children are born and the old return to the earth. With a bilingual anthology.