“Drunk with beauty, I tore down
Armfuls of blossoms.
How desolate the marred sky!”

“Well I got a bad liver and broken heart,
yeah, I drunk me a river since you
tore me apart”

Tom Waits (1949) American singer-songwriter and actor

“And with glorious triumph, they
Rode through England proud and gay,
Drunk as with intoxication
Of the wine of desolation.”

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822) English Romantic poet

“I am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky!
How beautiful thou art!”

John Keats (1795–1821) English Romantic poet

“blossoming are people…
all the earth has turned to sky
…and i am you are i am we”

E.E. Cummings (1894–1962) American poet

“You're a beautiful drunk, daughter.
But you're a drunk.”

Raymond Carver (1938–1988) American short story author and poet

“Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom, golden in the green grass,
This life can be.
Common as a dandelion-blossom, beautiful in the clean grass, not beautiful
Because common, beautiful because beautiful,
Noble because common, because free.”

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892–1950) American poet

“So how come it looks so beautiful?
How come the moon falls from the sky?”

Thom Yorke (1968) English musician, philanthropist and singer-songwriter

“With cruell tusks a savage boar imploys,
Who all king Œneus' fertile fields destroys:
The stately trees tore from their fiber'd roots,
Silver'd with blossoms of delicious fruits.”

John Ogilby (1600–1676) Scottish academic

“The effect of this cannot be understood without being there. The beauty of it cannot be understood, either, and when you see beauty in desolation it changes something inside you. Desolation tries to colonize you.”

Jeff VanderMeer book Annihilation