Posts in Category: What has been left
As I’m ramblin’ you can travel with me too …
“So it’s fare thee well my own true love
We’ll meet another day, another time
It ain’t the leavin’
That’s a-grievin’ me
But my true love who’s bound to stay behind”
(Bob Dylan in Farewell)
Liège (B)
Still dreaming, still cold
“You left me standing out in the cold
People ask about you, I didn’t tell them everything I knew
Well, I’m trying to get closer but I’m still a million miles from you.”
(Bob Dylan in Million miles)
Liège (B)
No more singing in the stadium
“Why — do they shut me out of Heaven?
Did I sing — too loud?
But — I can sing a little minor,
Timid as a bird.”
(E. Dickinson in Further poems of Emily Dickinson)
Herstal (B)
A shrunken car
“Dear, if you change, I’ll never choose again.
Sweet, if you shrink, I’ll never think of love.”
(John Dowland in the song Dear, if you change)
Vaux-sous-Chêvremont (B)
In all innocence
“Little Lamb,
Here I am;
Come and lick
My white neck;
Let me pull
Your soft Wool;
Let me kiss
Your soft face;
Merrily, Merrily,
We welcome in the Year.”
(W. Blake in Spring)
Liège (B)