Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard Thomas Gray
The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,
Riddley Walker Russell Hoban
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,
Awaits alike th' inevitable hour:-
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Spirit of my fathers road with me now
All Along the Watchtower Bob Dylan
"There must be some way out of here
said the joker to the thief"
Four Quartets T S Eliot
And all shall be well and
All manner of things shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.
Salve Regina G B Pergolesi
et spes nostra, salve!
Ad te clamamus
exules filii Evae.
Ad te suspiramus
gementes et flentes,
in hac lacrimarum valle.
to joe and laila
whose graciousness can never be repaid
Medusa Frequency Russell Hoban
No name but the one you give me
No face but the one you see
All is clouded by desire
as a mirror by dust
as a fire by smoke
Comfortably Numb Pink Floyd
When i was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown the dream is gone
Once again, Dharma descended and spoke
"This is your last illusion Yudishtira, you are home"