Turn down the gravity, this is all too heavy.
I'll show you how the angels once traveled.
They used to call this a Chevy
-Terra Nova Cain, by The Church
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody too?
Then there's a pair of us - don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How lonely, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
-Emily Dickinson
Joy is the holy fire that keeps our purpose warm
and our intelligence aglow
-Helen Keller
My mother, who hates thunder storms,
Holds up each summer day and shakes
It out suspiciously, lest swarms
Of grape-dark clouds are lurking there;
But when the August weather breaks
And rains begin, and brittle frost
Sharpens the bird-abandoned air,
Her worried summer look is lost,
And I her son, though summer-born
And summer-loving, none the less
Am easier when the leaves are gone.
Too often summer days appear
Emblems of perfect happiness
I can't confront: I must await
A time less bold, less rich, less clear:
An autumn more appropriate.
-Mother, Summer, I
Philip Larkin
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