Errantry, St. 1, Moods, Songs and Doggerels (1912)
Moods, Songs and Doggerels (1912)
Context: Come! Let us lay a lance in rest,
And tilt at windmills under a wild sky!
For who would live so petty and unblest
That dare not tilt at something ere he die;
Rather than, screened by safe majority,
Preserve his little life to little end,
And never raise a rebel cry!
“the roads lay under us in white quilts
the telegraph-wires jerked tight and wrote
mantras on the sky”
Lajos Kassák The Horse Dies the Birds Fly Away
"A ló meghal a madarak kirepülnek" ("The Horse Dies the Birds Fly Away"), 1922, translated by Edwin Morgan
Paul Krugman (1953) American economist
"Is Capitalism Too Productive?", Foreign Affairs (September/October 1997)
“Let us cross over the river, and rest under the shade of the trees.”
Thomas Jackson (1824–1863) Confederate general
Last words (May 10, 1863); as quoted in "Stonewall Jackson's Last Days" by Joe D. Haines, Jr. in America's Civil War
“So let us sleep outside tonight,
Lay down in our mother's arms,
for here we can rest safely.”
Dave Matthews (1967) American singer-songwriter, musician and actor
One Sweet World
Remember Two Things (1993)
“When you realize how perfect everything is you will tilt your head back and laugh at the sky.”
Gautama Buddha (-563–-483 BC) philosopher, reformer and the founder of Buddhism
Lucy Parsons (1853–1942) American communist anarchist labor organizer
Statement appearing in the Chicago Tribune in 1885, as quoted in "What’s Missing From Black History Month" by Jon Hochshartner in The Red Phoenix (10 February 2012) http://theredphoenixapl.org/2012/02/10/whats-missing-from-black-history-month/
“Books let us into their souls and lay open to us the secrets of our own.”
William Hazlitt (1778–1830) English writer
"The Sick Chamber," The New Monthly Magazine (August 1830), reprinted in Essays of William Hazlitt, selected and edited by Frank Carr (London, 1889)
Source: Essays of William Hazlitt: Selected and Edited, with Introduction and Notes, by Frank Carr
“Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair…”
Susan Polis Schutz (1944) American poet
