The Sick Man and the Nightingale
(From Lenau
)So late, and yet a nightingale
Long since have dropp'd the blossoms pale,
The summer fields are ripening, And yet a sound of spring
(From Lenau
)So late, and yet a nightingale
Long since have dropp'd the blossoms pale,
The summer fields are ripening, And yet a sound of spring
Weighing the steadfastness and
Of some mean things which here below reside,
Where birds like watchful clocks the noiseless
And intercourse of times divide;
If a good man were ever housed in
By needful error of the qualities,
Perhaps to prove the rule or shame the devil,
Or speak the truth only a stranger sees,
The census man,
The day he came round,
Wanted my
To put it down
All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die,
Before this mortal shall assume Its Immortality
I saw a vision in my sleep That gave my spirit strength to sweep Adown the gulf of Time
I saw the last of human mould,...
From the play "Mother Courage"You saw sagacious
You know what came of him,
To him complexities seemed plain
He cursed the hour that gave birth to
He's the Twistable Turnable Squeezable
Stretchable Foldable Man
He can crawl in your pocket or fit your
Or screw himself into a twenty-volt socket,
If you give me your attention,
I will tell you what I am:
I'm a genuine philanthropist - all other kinds are sham
Each little fault of temper and each social
The rent man knocked
He said,
Howdy-do
I said,
With his hat onhe's about five inches tallerthan a taxicab
Because I am mad about womenI am mad about the hills,'Said that wild old wicked
Who travels where God wills
"Not to die on the straw at home
Those hands to close these eyes,
Oh, not for the great departed,
Who formed our country's laws,
And not for the
Who died in freedom's cause,