“It’s bright in the heavens and the wheels are flying
Fame and honor never seem to fade
The fire’s gone out but the light is never dying
Who says I can’t get heavenly aid?“
(Bob Dylan in Ain’t talkin’)
“At the round earth’s imagined corners, blow
Your trumpets, angels, and arise
From death, you numberless infinities …”
(J. Donne in Holy sonnets)
“In the dusky path of a dream I went to seek
the love who was mine in a former life.
Her house stood at the end of a desolate street.
In the evening breeze her pet peacock sat drowsing on its perch,
and the pigeons were silent in their corner.”
(R. Tagore in The gardener)