(J.E. McGirt from Avenging the Maine, a Drunken A.B. and Other Poems)
“”Is football playing
Along the river-shore,
With lads to chase the leather,
Now I stand up no more?”
Ay, the ball is flying,
The lads play heart and soul;
The goal stands up, the keeper
Stands up to keep the goal. “
(A.E. Housman in A Shropshire lad, no. 27)
“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)
Did I hear someone tell a lie?
Did I hear someone’s distant cry?”
(Bob Dylan in Love sick)