Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,Silence the pianos and with muffled drumBring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overheadScribbling on the sky the message ‘He is Dead’.Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,Let the traffic policemen… Læs mere "Begravelsesblues
Jeg gik en mil med Pleasure; hun snakkede hele vejen; men efterlod mig ikke klogere på alt, hvad hun havde at sige. Jeg gik en mile med Sorrow;Og aldrig sagde hun et ord;Men, åh! De ting, jeg lærte af hende,Da Sorrow gik med mig. (Robert Browning Hamilton) Om forfatteren Robert Browning Hamilton var en amerikansk forfatter... Læs mere "Langs vejen
This being human is a guest house.Every morning, a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness,some momentary awareness comesas an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them allEven if they’re a crowd of sorrows,who violently sweep your houseempty of its furniture,still, treat each guest honourablyHe may be clearing you outfor some new delight. The dark… Læs mere "The guest house
