“Someday you will name me,
then gently place those burning
holy roses in my hair.
[Songs of Longing]”
Rainer Maria Rilke (1875–1926) Austrian poet and writer
Source: Rainer Maria Rilke - Sämtliche Werke (Complete Works)
Quid me, etsi valeam, parare carmen
Fescenninicolae iubes Diones
inter crinigeras situm catervas
et Germanica verba sustinentem,
laudantem tetrico subinde vultu
quod Burgundio cantat esculentus
infundens acido comam butyro?
Carmen 12, line 1; vol. 1, p. 213.
Carmina
“Someday you will name me,
then gently place those burning
holy roses in my hair.
[Songs of Longing]”
Rainer Maria Rilke (1875–1926) Austrian poet and writer
Source: Rainer Maria Rilke - Sämtliche Werke (Complete Works)
Norodom Ranariddh (1944) Cambodian politician
[Post Staff, http://www.phnompenhpost.com/national/recollections-king-father, Recollections of the King Father, 3 February 2013, 29 June 2015, Phnom Penh Post]
“Gay was oft my song when I was gay, sad it is now that I am sad.”
Laeta fere laetus cecini, cano tristia tristis.
Ovid book Epistulae ex Ponto
III, ix, 35; translation by Arthur Leslie Wheeler
Epistulae ex Ponto (Letters From the Black Sea)
Anna Akhmatova (1889–1966) Russian modernist poet
I am not one of those who left the land..." (1922), translated in Poems of Akhmatova (1973) by Stanley Kunitz and Max Hayward
“A good song can only do good, and I am proud of the songs I have sung.”
Pete Seeger (1919–2014) American folk singer
Statement to the court prior to his sentencing for contempt of Congress (1961); also quoted on NPR: Weekend Edition (2 July 2005)
Context: A good song can only do good, and I am proud of the songs I have sung. I hope to be able to continue singing these songs for all who want to listen, Republicans, Democrats, and independents.
John Wooden (1910–2010) American basketball coach
Interview on Charlie Rose https://archive.org/details/WHUT_20100614_130000_Charlie_Rose (2000)
George Eliot (1819–1880) English novelist, journalist and translator
The Legend of Jubal (1869)
Context: "This wonder which my soul hath found,
This heart of music in the might of sound,
Shall forthwith be the share of all our race,
And like the morning gladden common space:
The song shall spread and swell as rivers do,
And I will teach our youth with skill to woo
This living lyre, to know its secret will;
Its fine division of the good and ill.
So shall men call me sire of harmony,
And where great Song is, there my life shall be."
Thus glorying as a god beneficent,
Forth from his solitary joy he went
To bless mankind.