| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Poems of William Blake by William Blake: She wandered in the land of clouds thro' valleys dark, listning
Dolors & lamentations: waiting oft beside the dewy grave
She stood in silence, listning to the voices of the ground,
Till to her own grave plot she came, & there she sat down.
And heard this voice of sorrow breathed from the hollow pit.
Why cannot the Ear be closed to its own destruction?
Or the glistening Eye to the poison of a smile!
Why are Eyelids stord with arrows ready drawn,
Where a thousand fighting men in ambush lie!
Or an Eye of gifts & graces showring fruits & coined gold!
Why a Tongue impress'd with honey from every wind?
Poems of William Blake |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence: After which she sat down to her sewing. Through the long hours her
needle flashed regularly through the stuff. Occasionally she sighed,
moving to relieve herself. And all the time she was thinking
how to make the most of what she had, for the children's sakes.
At half-past eleven her husband came. His cheeks were very
red and very shiny above his black moustache. His head nodded slightly.
He was pleased with himself.
"Oh! Oh! waitin' for me, lass? I've bin 'elpin' Anthony, an'
what's think he's gen me? Nowt b'r a lousy hae'f-crown, an'
that's ivry penny---"
"He thinks you've made the rest up in beer," she said shortly.
Sons and Lovers |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Charmides and Other Poems by Oscar Wilde: The tangled curls from off his forehead, while
He on the running water gazed with strange and secret smile.
And soon the shepherd in rough woollen cloak
With his long crook undid the wattled cotes,
And from the stack a thin blue wreath of smoke
Curled through the air across the ripening oats,
And on the hill the yellow house-dog bayed
As through the crisp and rustling fern the heavy cattle strayed.
And when the light-foot mower went afield
Across the meadows laced with threaded dew,
And the sheep bleated on the misty weald,
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