Originally posted by Gregor Samsa
April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.Elliot, Ibid.
Elliot is one of my favourites too...
But I LOVE D.H. Lawrence *points down*. Here is some others:
The creatures outside looked from pig to man,
and from man to pig, and from pig to man again;
but it was already impossible to say which was which.
-George Orwell, Animal Farm
" The time has come the Walrus said,
To talk of many things:
Of shoes, and ships, and sealing wax,
Of cabbages, and kings,
And why the sea is boiling hot,
And whether pigs have wings. "
-The Walrus and the Carpenter Through the Looking-Glass, by Lewis Carrol
Oderint, dum metuant - Let them hate, so long as they fear.
...I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried - 'La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!'
I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill's side.
And this is why I sojourn here
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
- La Belle Dame Sans Merci, John Keats
'But still I know that life is for delight
and for bliss
as now when the tiny wavelets of the sea
tip the morning light on edge, and spill it with delight
to show how inexhaustible it is:
.....Life is for kissing and for horrid strife.
Life is for the angels and the Sunderers.
Life is for the daimons and the demons,
those that put honey on our lips, and those that put salt.
But life is not
for the dead vanity of knowing better, nor the blank
cold comfort of superiority, nor silly
conceit of being immune,
nor pueriIity of contradictions
like saying snow is black, or desire is evil....'
-Kissing and Horrid Strife, D.H Lawrence
A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle.-ANON
I could go on....but i won't
