I saw in vision
The worm in the wheat,
And in the shops nothing
For people to eat;
Nothing for sale in
(R. Hodgson in Stupidity Street)
Brussels region (B)
“It was not Saint — it was too large —
Nor Snow — it was too small —
It only held itself aloof
Like something spiritual –“
(E. Dickinson in Further poems from Emily Dickinson)
“O powerful western fallen star!
O shades of night! O moody, tearful night!
O great star disappear’d! O the black murk that hides the star!
O cruel hands that hold me powerless! O helpless soul of me!
O harsh surrounding cloud, that will not free my soul!”
(W. Whitman in When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d)