“Light, oh where is the light? Kindle it with the burning fire of desire! There is the lamp but never a flicker of a flame – is such thy fate, my heart? “
( Rabindranath Tagore in Gitanjali no. 27) Seraing (B)
“As I listened from a beach-chair in the shade To all the noises that my garden made, It seemed to me only proper that words Should be withheld from vegetables and birds.”
“Asking only workmans wages I come looking for a job But I get no offers Just a come-on from the whores on seventh avenue I do declare There were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there.”