“What is the world, O soldiers?
It is I,
I, this incessant snow,
This northern sky.”

Part II, Ch. 2
Green Hills of Africa (1935)

1970s - 1980s, interview with Deborah Salomon in 'New York Times', 1989

A Field Guide to Getting Lost (2005)

&lt;p&gt;Je suis belle, ô mortels! comme un rêve de pierre,<br>Et mon sein, où chacun s’est meurtri tour à tour,<br>Est fait pour inspirer au poète un amour<br>Eternel et muet ainsi que la matière.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Je trône dans l’azur comme un sphinx incompris;<br>J’unis un cœur de neige à la blancheur des cygnes;<br>Je hais le mouvement qui déplace les lignes,<br>Et jamais je ne pleure et jamais je ne ris.&lt;/p&gt; <br class="br">&quot;La Beauté&quot; [Beauty] http://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/La_Beaut%C3%A9_%28Les_Fleurs_du_mal%29 <br class="br">Les fleurs du mal (Flowers of Evil) (1857)

Northern Sky
Song lyrics, Bryter Later (1970)

Source: Drenai series, Quest for Lost Heroes, Ch. 1
Context: Gentlemen, you are in sorry condition. But war will render you yet more sorry. The soldier will fight in mud and hail, snow and ice, drought and flood. It is rare that a warrior gets to fight in comfort.

Nikita
Song lyrics, Ice on Fire (1985)

Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction (1942), It Must Give Pleasure
Context: Soldier, there is a war between the mind
And sky, between thought and day and night. It is
For that the poet is always in the sun, Patches the moon together in his room
To his Virgilian cadences, up down,
Up down. It is a war that never ends.

Source: Speak