Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,/ Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,/ Silence the pianos and with muffled drum/ Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come./ / Let aeroplanes ...
Another Time
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well/ That, for all they care, I can go to hell,/ But on earth indifference is the least/ We have to dread from man or beast./ / How should we like it were stars...
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,/ or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off./ I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,/ in secret, between the shadow and the soul....
Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own,/ I wavered through the streets, among objects,/ Nothing mattered or had a name,/ The world was made of air, which waited./ / I knew rooms full of ashes,/...
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human