"At night when everyone's asleep It must be very late! I creep Softly down the darkened stairs To the big room where we have prayers, And, standing at the window, I watch the Dustman going by. Perched up on his high seat he looks Like charioteers in those old books, And his long coat, when the lights are dim, Makes funny shadows all over him." (S. O'Sullivan in The dustman) Eindhoven (NL)
(Bob Dylan in Farewell)
“O powerful western fallen star!
O shades of night! O moody, tearful night!
O great star disappear’d! O the black murk that hides the star!
O cruel hands that hold me powerless! O helpless soul of me!
O harsh surrounding cloud, that will not free my soul!”
(W. Whitman in When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d)
“A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness …”
(J. Keats in Endymion no. 1)