“Aus meinen Tränen sprießen
Viel blühende Blumen hervor,
Und meine Seufzer werden
(H. Heine in Lyrisches Intermezzo no. 2)
“An inconstant lover is worse than a thief;
For a thief will but rob you and take all you have,
But an inconstant lover will bring you to the grave.”
( G.S.K. Butterworth in The cuckoo)
“I’m breathing hard, standing at the gate
But I don’t know how much longer I can wait
Skies are grey, I’m looking for anything that will bring a happy glow
Night or day, it doesn’t matter where I go anymore, I just go ….”
(Bob Dylan in Can’t wait)
“O enter with me the gates of delight,
The gates of the garden of man’s desire,
Where spirits, touched by heav’nly fire,
Have planted the trees of life.”
(R.S. Bridges in Invocation to Music)
“We do not play on graves
because there isn’t room.
Besides it isn’t even.
It slants and people come
and put a flower on it
and hang their faces so.
We’re fearing that their hearts
will drop and crush our pretty play.
And so we move as far as enemies away,
just looking round to see
how far it is occasionally.”
(E. Dickinson no title)