“And you can hitchhike on the highway You can stand all alone by the side of the road You can try to flag a ride back home, pretty mama But you can’t ride in my car no more”
(Bob Dylan in Quit your low down ways) Yvoz-Ramet (B)
“Over these things I could not see; These were the things that bounded me; And I could touch them with my hand, Almost, I thought, from where I stand. And all at once things seemed so small My breath came short, and scarce at all.”
“Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.”
