Purple Anteater

FALL, LEAVES, FALL        

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away
Lengthen night and shorten day

Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.

I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.

Emily Brontë, Fall, leaves, fall

03 Fall Leaves Fall

ALONE

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response

Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
 
Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent

Falls the Shadow
Life is very long


T.S Eliot,  The hollow men


02 Alone

FAITHFUL SEASON

I see the grass shake in the sun for leagues on either hand,	
I see a river loop and run about a treeless land	
An empty plain, a steely pond, a distance diamond-clear,	
And low blue naked hills beyond. And what is that to fear?

My faithful seasons robe the year in silver and in gold.

I hear the summer storm outblown
I hear the hard trail telephone
I hear the horns of Autumn blow
I hear the hush before the snow.

Go softly by that river-side or, when you would depart,
You’ll find its every winding tied and knotted round your heart.	
Be wary as the seasons pass, or you may ne’er outrun	
The wind that sets that yellowed grass a-shiver ’neath the Sun.

My faithful seasons robe the year in silver and in gold.

I hear the summer storm outblown
I hear the hard trail telephone
I hear the horns of Autumn blow
I hear the hush before the snow.


Rudyard Kipling,  The prairie


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