” “O I am tired of waiting,” she said,
“Night, morn, noon, afternoon;
So cold it is in my lonely bed,
And I thought you would join me soon!” ”
(Th. Hardy in Something tapped ….)
Liège-Saint Nicolas (B)
“I am moved by fancies that are curled
around these images, and cling:
the notion of some infinitely gentle
infinitely suffering thing.”
(T.S. Eliot in Prelude IV)
“Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we could stop and drink …”
(T.S. Eliot in The Waste Land)
“Beautiful Soup, so rich and green,
Waiting in a hot tureen!
Who for such dainties would not stoop?
Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!
Soup of the evening,
Beautiful, beautiful Soup!”
(L. Carroll in Alice’s adventures in Wonderland)