“I am a house, says Senlin, locked and darkened,
Sealed from the sun with wall and door and blind.
Summon me loudly, and you’ll hear slow footsteps
Ring far and faint in the galleries of my mind.”
(C. Aiken in Senlin: A Biography)
“Here is the ancient floor,
Footworn and hollowed and thin,
Here was the former door
Where the dead feet walked in.”
(Th. Hardy in The self-unseen”)
“En attendant je serai
À la maison toute seule,
Sans avoir un seul baiser
À me mettre sous la gueule.”
(J. Supervielle in Abandonnée)
“The grey streets of London are greyer than the stone,
The grey streets of London where I must walk my lone,
The stony city pavements are hard to tread, alas!
My heart and feet are aching for the Irish grass.”
(K. Tynan in The grey streets of London)
“The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.
The lust of the goat is the bounty of God.
The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God.
The nakedness of woman is the work of God.”
(William Blake in Proverbs of Hell)