I had a dove and the sweet dove died; / And I have thought it died of grieving: / O, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied, / With a silken thread of my own hand's weaving; / Sweet little red feet! why should you die-- / Why should you leave me, sweet bird! why? / You liv'd alone in the forest-tree, / Why, pretty thing! would you not live with me? / I kiss'd you oft and gave you white peas; / Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees?
The eyes open to a cry of pulleys, / And spirited from sleep, the astounded soul / Hangs for a moment bodiless and simple / As false dawn. / Outside the open window / The morning air is all awash with angels.
- “Love Calls Us to the Things of This World,” Richard Wilbur
“Five days after black and red collide. / The motion sickness past, I’ll be the first to stand. / Behind that weathered door, I thought it would be safest. / My head is dizzy now, I thought we’d overcome. / We might not make it home tonight.
~ “Get Up, Get Up, Get Up,” Barcelona
Crawling on the ash, she’s pitiful / She’s lost her sense of light / She has to hold my hand
- “Get Up, Get Up, Get Up,” Barcelona
“You move me to pity—you are so weak on this Earth made of granite.
~ The Little Prince
You move me to pity—you are so weak on this Earth made of granite.”
- The Little Prince
“Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves / A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.
~ “Summer Night,” Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves / A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.
“And can you feel the love tonight / How it’s laid to rest / It’s enough to make kings and vagabonds / Believe the very best
~ “Can You Feel the Love Tonight,” Elton John
And can you feel the love tonight / How it’s laid to rest / It’s enough to make kings and vagabonds / Believe the very best
