To Thee do we cry, poor banished Children Of Eve. To Thee we do
send up our sighs...
- 'Salve Regina' - Catholic Prayer
And her being dead was filling her like fullness for like a fruit all
of sweetness and dark, she too was full of her immense death.
- 'Rainer Maria' - Orpheus, Eurydice, Hermes
But the day of the absolute is over, and we're in for the strange
Gods once more.
- 'Kangaroo' - D.H. Lawrence
What Lonely death am I to die/ in this cold region.
- Endymion - John Keats
The modern artist must live by craft and violence... These
artists, so called , whose work does not show this strife...
are uninteresting.
- ' The New Sculpture' - Ezra Pound
Consider, brethren, what a wonderful honour this is. We
men are cared for by Angels... we who are so full of the
miseries of the flesh that we cannot bear to be in each other's
presence are watched without ceasing by these glorious beings.
- ' On Devine Providence and the Guardian Angels'
- Gerard Manley Hopkins
