
William H. Johnson , Café , 1939
Alone by Edgar Allan Poe From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone— Then—in my childhood—in the dawn Of a most stormy life—was drawn From ev’ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still— From the torrent, or the fountain— From the red cliff of the mountain— From the sun that ’round me roll’d In its autumn tint of gold— From the lightning in the sky As it pass’d me flying by— From the thunder, and the storm— And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view—

Evgeny Sedukhin, Symphony of the sixth blast furnace , 1979
Your eyes go sad by Fernando Pessoa Your eyes go sad. You're not Listening to what I say. They doze, dream, fade out. Not listening. I talk away. I tell what I've told, out of listless Sadness, so often before ... I think you never listened, So you're away you are. All of a sudden, an absent Stare, you look at me, still Immeasurably distant, You begin a smile. I go on talking. You Go on listening - your own Thoughts you listen to, The smile as good as gone, Until, through the loafing Afternoon's waste of while, The silence self-unleafing Of your useless smile.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, String Quartet No. 19 "Dissonance", K. 465
Salutation by Ezra Pound O generation of the thoroughly smug and thoroughly uncomfortable, I have seen fishermen picnicking in the sun, I have seen them with untidy families, I have seen their smiles full of teeth and heard ungainly laughter. And I am happier than you are, And they were happier than I am; And the fish swim in the lake and do not even own clothing.