“When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;”
– When you are old, William Butler Yeats

“Get with child a mandrake root,”
– Song, John Donne

“What we feel most has
no name but amber, archers, cinnamon, horses, and birds.”
– The Forgotten Dialect of The Heart, Jack Gilbert

“And the whole body was too small. Imagine
the sky trying to fit into a tunnel carved into a hill.
He came into it two ways:
From the outside, as we step into a pair of pants.
And from the center – Suddenly all at one.”
– Easter, Marie Howe

“When yellow leaves the sky
they pipe it to the houses
to go on making red
and warm and floral and brown
but gradually people tire of it,
return it inside metal, and go
to be dark and breathe water colours.
Some yellow hangs on outside
forlornly tethered to posts.
Cars chase their own supply.”
– The Mowed Hollow, Les Murray

“Love set you going like a fat gold watch.”
– Morning Song, Sylvia Plath

“O where are you going?” said reader to rider,”
– O where are you going, W.H. Auden