
“It is not my design to drink or to sleep, but my design is to make what haste I can to be gone.”
Words that Cromwell spoke as he was dying and was offered a drink (3 September 1658)
"Vito's Ordination Song"
Lyrics, Michigan (2003)
“It is not my design to drink or to sleep, but my design is to make what haste I can to be gone.”
Words that Cromwell spoke as he was dying and was offered a drink (3 September 1658)
Before the Flowers of Friendship Faded Friendship Faded (1931)
“Gossip grows like weeds
In a summer meadow.
My girl and I
Sleep arm in arm.”
XIX, p. 21
Kenneth Rexroth's translations, One Hundred Poems from the Japanese (1955)
“What did my arms do before they held you?”
"Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices" http://www.angelfire.com/tn/plath/3women.html (1962), a radio play published in 1968
Variant: What did my fingers do before they held him?
What did my heart do, with its love?
Source: The Collected Poems
“What really did I escape from, thought I saw Gods face on the design in my vintage Claiborne”
In His Own Words
On Albums, Distant Relatives (2010)