Remember your creator in the days of your youth, before the days of trouble come, and the years draw near when you will say, "I ha...ve no pleasure in them"; before the sun and the light and the moon and the stars are darkened and the clouds return with the rain; in the day when the guards of the house tremble, and the strong men are bent, and the women who grind cease working because they are few, and those who look through the windows see dimly; when the doors on the street are shut, and the sound of the grinding is low, and one rises up at the sound of a bird, and all the daughters of song are brought low; when one is afraid of heights, and terrors are in the road; the almond tree blossoms, the grasshopper drags itself along and desire fails; because all must go to their eternal home, and the mourners will go about the streets; before the silver cord is snapped, and the golden bowl is broken, and the pitcher is broken at the fountain, and the wheel broken at the cistern, and the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the breath returns to God who gave it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
So that the old joy, modest as cake, as wine and friendship Will stay with us at the last, backed by the night... Whose ruse gave it our final meaning.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I want to go back, out of the bad stories, But there's always the possibility that the next one . . .... No, it's another almond tree, or a ring-swallowing frog . . . Yet they are beautiful as we people them With ourselves.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"It is such a beautiful day I had to write you a letter From the tower, and to show I'm not mad:... I only slipped on the cake of soap of the air And drowned in the bathtub of the world...."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"End of tomorrow. Don't try to start the car or look deeper... Into the eternal wimpling of the sky: luster On luster, transparency floated onto the topmost layer Until the whole thing overflows like a silver Wedding cake or Christmas tree, in a cascade of tears."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A rich man was never insulted in his life: but this man must be stung. A rich man was never in danger from cold, or hunger, or war..., or ruffians,--and you can see why he was not, from the moderation of his ideas. 'Tis a fatal disadvantage to be cockered, and to eat too much cake.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"The city's grotesque iron skeletons Would knock their drunken penthouse heads together... And cake their concrete dirt off in the streets."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »