Anne Sexton : the ditch where I left you once, like an old root that wouldn’t take hold, that ditch where I left you while I sailed off in madness over the buildings and under my umbrella .

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MY UMBRELLA
September 20,1983

In the midst of falling rain, I find I’m not falling.
Cats and dogs don’t hound me.
Rain clouds roll by.
Storm clouds piled high.
My umbrella, keeps the falling rain from drowning me.

Albert Ralph

Help is only a phone call away.

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Ananta Madhavan :

The complexity of mechanical things hardly daunts the modern citizen. This man or woman will use the phone and drive a car, or gawk at a TV screen. video or film without any guilt about his or her total incomprehension of the know-how, the way they work. This ignorance gives us a new immunity from Faustian madness.

If madness were pain, you’d hear outcries in every hous

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“Take some more tea,” the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly.
“I’ve had nothing yet,” Alice replied in an offended tone, “so I can’t take more.”
“You mean you can’t take less,” said the Hatter: “it’s very easy to take more than nothing.”
“Nobody asked your opinion,” said Alice.”

― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

Exit with you best foot forward

When exiting a dressing room, it is believed that leading with your left foot is a sign of good fortune. Conversely, it is important for visitors to enter with their right foot forward

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The Lady’s Dressing Room

BY JONATHAN SWIFT

Five hours, (and who can do it less in?)
By haughty Celia spent in dressing;
The goddess from her chamber issues,
Arrayed in lace, brocades and tissues.
         Strephon, who found the room was void,
And Betty otherwise employed,
Stole in, and took a strict survey,
Of all the litter as it lay;
Whereof, to make the matter clear,
An inventory follows here.

But even if he had a megaphone they would not hear him. His voice would sound like a bird crying above their heads. For out there where they walk, the white snowfield looks like a meadow decked with poppies and cornflowers, and his house looks like a jasmine-covered abode of kisses and embraces and dreams.

http://www.inspirationalstories.com/poems/snow-viggo-stuckenberg-poems/

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“Mrs Darley, I noticed, always had her corn dolly amidst an arrangement of cornflowers and poppies (albeit they were artificial!). The corn, I was to later understand, represented the God, the red poppies his sacrificial blood and the blue cornflowers his death and this is something I still adhere to today.”

Carole Carlton, Mrs Darley’s Pagan Whispers: A Celebration of Pagan Festivals, Sacred Days, Spirituality and Traditions of the Year

And though I came to forget or regret all I have ever done, yet would I remember that once I saw the dragons aloft on the wind at sunset above the western isles; and I would be content. URSULA K. LE GUIN, The Farthest Shore

http://www.notable-quotes.com/d/dragon_quotes.html

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The day I flew with
The dragon was the day I
Became Excellence.

http://www.dragonsinn.net/Poetry/haiku.htm

A mountain and a river are good neighbours

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SNOWY MOUNTAIN POEM.
Crisp ice flowers on snow
(Crush them underfoot as we go)
These cold, clear flowers stand straight.
Guarding the mountain’s whitened gate;
Small streams, lending their cold to mountain
air,
Tremble through cavernous snow that is too
fair
And soft to touch, smooth and whirled
By the everlasting winds that curled
The snow like the white sea foam
On crinkling sand Deep within the snow
cavern’s home
The living heart of the mountain beat
Thro’ water running on icy feet
The word of Beauty in silence speaks.
Trembling over time and space,
In that vast and leisured place,
And in my heart an ice bloom flowers.
Melting, as have the magic hours.
KATHLEEN MONYPENNY.
1932