"Hunter of Invisible Game"
Song lyrics, High Hopes (2014)
“I travel through your waist as through a river,
I voyage your body as through a grove going,
as by a footpath going up a mountain
and suddenly coming upon a steep ravine
I go the straitened way of your keen thoughts
break through to daylight upon your white forehead
and there my spirit flings itself down, is shattered
now I collect my fragments one by one
and go on, bodiless, searching, in the dark…. you take on the likeness of a tree, a cloud,
you are all birds and now you are a star,
now you resemble the sharp edge of a sword
and now the executioner's bowl of blood,
the encroaching ivy that over grows and then
roots out the soul and divides it from itself”
Sun Stone (1957)
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Octavio Paz 71
Mexican writer laureated with the 1990 Nobel Prize for Lite… 1914–1998Related quotes
1880s, 1880, Letter to Theo (Cuesmes, July 1880)
As quoted in "Farrakhan in Speech: 'My Time Is Up' " by Jeff Karoub http://abcnews.go.com/US/wireStory?id=2903211 ABC News (26 February 2007)
“Hither, thither, masterless
Ship upon the sea,
Wandering through the ways of air,
Go the birds like me.
Bound am I by ne’er a bond,
Prisoner to no key,
Questing go I for my kind,
Find depravity.”
Feror ego veluti<br/>sine nauta navis,<br/>ut per vias aeris<br/>vaga fertur avis,<br/>non me tenent vincula,<br/>non me tenet clavis,<br/>Quęro mihi similes,<br/>et adiungor pravis.
Feror ego veluti
sine nauta navis,
ut per vias aeris
vaga fertur avis,
non me tenent vincula,
non me tenet clavis,
Quęro mihi similes,
et adiungor pravis.
Source: "Confession", Line 17
Source: The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke
The Shoes of Happiness, and Other Poems (1913), The Crowning Hour
Context: p>Our ways go wide and I know not whither,
But my song will search through the worlds for you,
Till the Seven Seas waste and the Seven Stars wither,
And the dream of the heart comes true.I am out to the roads and the long, long questing,
On dark tides driven, on great winds blown:
I pass the runs of the world, unresting,
I sail to the unknown.</p