“Takes rocks and gravel, baby, make a solid road,
Make a solid road.”
(Bob Dylan in Rocks and Gravel)
"Little wind, blow on the hill-top,
Little wind, blow down the plain;
Little wind, blow up the sunshine,
Little wind, blow off the rain."
(Kate Greenaway, no title, in Under the Window: Pictures & Rhymes for Children)
“Red leaf, gold leaf,
Flutter down the wind:
Life is brief, oh! life is brief,
But Mother Earth is kind;
From her dear bosom ye shall spring
To new blossoming.”
(E.M. Hutchinson in Autumn song)
“Wait a minute, something’s wrong, baby.
The key wont unlock the door.
I got a bad, bad feeling that my baby don’t live here no more.”
(Jimi Hendrix in Red house)
“What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images …”
(T.S. Eliot in The waste land)