“If you read a poem
After drinking three bottles of beer
And can’t understand a word,
Well whose fault is that?”
(A. Thorne in After Three Bottles Of Beer)
"At night when everyone's asleep It must be very late! I creep Softly down the darkened stairs To the big room where we have prayers, And, standing at the window, I watch the Dustman going by. Perched up on his high seat he looks Like charioteers in those old books, And his long coat, when the lights are dim, Makes funny shadows all over him." (S. O'Sullivan in The dustman) Eindhoven (NL)
“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)