” “O I am tired of waiting,” she said,
“Night, morn, noon, afternoon;
So cold it is in my lonely bed,
And I thought you would join me soon!” ”
(Th. Hardy in Something tapped ….)
Liège-Saint Nicolas (B)
“It was not Saint — it was too large —
Nor Snow — it was too small —
It only held itself aloof
Like something spiritual –“
(E. Dickinson in Further poems from Emily Dickinson)
Liège (B)
“My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired
And the clouds are weeping.
Did I hear someone tell a lie?
Did I hear someone’s distant cry?”
(Bob Dylan in Love sick)
Liège (B)
“Funny, how the things you have the hardest time parting with
Are the things you need the least”
(Bob Dylan in Lonesome day blues)
Colfontaine (B)